I can always turn on the radio.
Flip you off under the table.
Don’t you know these songs were written for us?
I can always drink myself sick.
Watch you walk by like there’s nothing I can do.
I saw her working on a handout titled,
Chapter 11: Savings and Investments,
and my heart broke.
Why are you force-feeding the financial system to my poet?
PLUTO BLOOMING 