I stare at the bottles
beer after beer after beer
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

I watch people, women, bartenders
in and out all night
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

I daydream most of the day
since I was younger than a boy
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

Transgender on my right, drunk forlorn prostitute
talking to herself on my left
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

It all hurts inside of me
the blood, the cramps and throbbing
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

I claw through my brain
look around, laugh mock seeth
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank

Then I shit, cum, grit teeth
cry all night till I pass out
and yet I do not think
my mind is always blank.

 

 

 

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(written in little notebook)