how was it

 

it was sub-human

unrequited rage

explosively decompressive

nihilism, a staged

plague, fancy ketchup

chasing unto deathcamps,

and me a lone fry

 

so that was your drive into work, hey.

you crazy mofo you needz the medz

 

nah jearst a gin-and-tonic please

 

how did it go

 

it fell off precipitously

red dreams in a black

 

land,

 

gray dreams

 

in a green