It took me 27 years to light up this joint.
It took me 27 years to buckle under
the pressure and give in
and throw up all the french fries
outside of Kyle’s Kitchen’s Parking Lot.
It took me 15 years of listening to my mom,
20 years of school,
it took so many baby clothes being given to me with the color light blue,
it took a lot of not information to get me where I am today,
sitting bloated, high, thinking
fast food is the only option there is
and a world where I can’t eat
my french fries with mayonnaise
is no world I ever want to be a part of.
We are plugged into a lot of choices
we don’t consent to,
based on survival and what’s available.
For example, I love singing to Disney movies
but I hate how unrealistic
their romantic relationships are.
You are supposed to find the one partner,
the one job, the one cubicle to fit in
for the rest of your compressed miserable life
until one day, you explode
like an anarchist car bomb
outside of Wendy’s, the ultimate monument
to this dystopic society.
We are not all Tyler Durden,
some of us smoke weed
and we are confused when following
the dreams of others doesn’t give us
what we want. So wake up
&
stay woke.
15 minutes from now
the world won’t care if you approved those
weight loss permits for a residential area,
the only thing that should matter is
how to get your fucking mayonnaise
so you can dip your french fries
while you are driving a convertible
at high speeds in the freeway,
with no hands in the steering wheel
because that’s what this lifestyle is all about,
while Nancy Reagan,
with her ketchup covered lips
embraces your cock,
while a drone captures a picture
& uploads it to Instagram, or
Coonstagram, so others might be
captivated and imprisoned
by the false bukkake lifestyle
of painting white walls white,
without looking around to see that
the walls are not even connected and
they are already white,
so pull your dick from Nancy’s
french fried filled mouth
and splatter the ketchup
all over the white walls,
and into the cubicles.
Have your co-workers see you
like an orangutan, gesticulating
like a downward U.
Get escorted by security, AKA
more white walls, ghosts of a shell
of what used to be a man
and join the sea of broken cogs,
that get ignored outside of Ross,
the holy Mecca, the Alpha
and the Omega,
where others who lost the system
but couldn’t find themselves
roam around,
empty and full,
but not with the right things.
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