Visiting Soon

Politics is in the air.

My eyes, ears, and dreams
are being suffocated
by this bullshit.

I already
have enough on my plate
to even
begin
to give a fuck about
who's gonna be
the next president
or mayor.

Either way,
we're fucked.

What matters?

They say love...

The madness
of everybody's
obsession
only eats away
at my flesh.

I'd rather die alone.

Others say money...

The debt collectors
haunt me.

They want me
to live in the streets
and drink my own piss
for supper.

No thank you.

What does really matter
to me?

I've been trying
to figure that out
all my life.

Maybe I'll take up
male prostitution
or maybe
I'll come to your house
and...