Thursday, February 9, 2017







































Tulip’s drunk, tulip’s drunk, tulip’s drunk again,
on the davenport.
Tulip’s braver than me,
morally at least halfway free.
Me I sandbagged my fellow unfortunates
of different castes
for billionaires bullies and authority they act
like they’re something like me.
I did cause it was easy.
The torment of aging brown-nosed, guilt,
vs the torment on a davenport
negotiating neurosis and the unreliable day,
I figured what’s the difference
either way
when we die we die alone anyway.