Fare Thee Well

by

Chris Lahren

throw your bombs at some other party while you climb that corporate ladder, thief.
believe in the soul that sheds itself on the dance floor and not the one that kisses ass to achieve notoriety.

alone, so alone that your deranged senses take control of your beliefs of pure wisdom. chain smoking and whispering quietly at the window side chanting that you'll never grow old as long as there are innovations to grow another lung in a petri dish while your own dishes are growing fungus unclassified by any expert that exists in any book you wish to exist within, dream on.

and I'll have cream in my coffee, please. investigate to evaporate any truth that can be painted in distorted colors and inverted like some expressionistic work of art. you may believe it as if the LSD had conceived it's image in any way shape or form. what could it be, please?

cream peas and ham on the table, the waitress drops another dish while on the first day of the last day of the rest of her godforsaken life, handed to her by another dysfunctional and somewhat self-imposed lifestyle...learned behavior is very underrated, thank you parents.
and to those of whom deny that a little hard work gets one nowhere...

don't forget that your trailer has wheels underneath your stagnant beer swilling denial of neverending failure.

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