the end

scatter away the gone people
they are no longer in effect
you are just a dream
in the head of a sleeping puppy
so don’t give me your self important bullshit.
he said this with his one eye pointing at my shoe
and he spat on it with perfect aim
ambling away full of fuck you and my ass
holding on to his precious MD 20/20
he punched me with his sack of sad days
and screamed at an uninterested moon.
take that you bastard he yelled
then he passed out
and fell into a trash can filled with wasted food.

there was the sound of traffic
the air smelled of hamburgers and sweat
the whole world was filled with exhausted fumes
and the faint sound of reggae floated into the sky.

are you waiting for something?

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