Thursday, November 3, 2011

God

I sip coffee at a table
Listening to the same songs
The same songs
The same notes
I listen to the same songs
Instead of making people beautiful
Which they are
Underneath the stench of cigarettes and piss

I should have smoked weed
Or done something
Or been something
I should have been
Beautiful
This
Should have been beautiful
We should have been
God






















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