Man

Man, what makes you think you have something I want?

What ignites this flame on your tongue that burns my thoughts, my space, my time?

How do you imagine yourself so comfortable without authorization in my world?

Where did you learn this lack of self awareness?

Who taught you?

Man.

Addiction

Great start to a wonderful vacation.

Little do they know.

You are covering for a 19 year old addict in the bathroom

praying to the porcelain god all over the sacred 640′ pad your pay for with your food stamps

You pay to the Godfather of your forefathers (unrelated) with nothing in return.

Except for the putrid acidic stench now stained in your carpet that makes you wonder why anyone would ever bless you with the gift of childbirth.