My back hurts ( Sick society) – K. B

My back hurts ( Sick society).

 
My back hurts,
Too much sitting
On a chair
At the office.
Shit, gotta go to the
Grocery.

I need tomatoes
That I won’t
Even taste.

Friend calling,
Fire in the house.

Got some mail
Too,
Gotta pay
The bills,

Oh, and I forgot,
Taxes too
(« To pave new
Routes to new
Prisons »).

Gotta drop
The kids
At school
In the morning,

I hope they’ll
Grow fast
So that
They can
Take the bus,

And with
A little chance,
Columbia,
And the A-train
( in the earphones
Of course).

Wife calling,
Shit,
Fire in the house.

Boss calling,
He needs
A sandwich,
Stuck
At work…

And so forth
And so on,

This is my sweet
Lulllaby.

Breathe,
Breathe on
Me,

It feels so
Good.

Shit,
There
Goes the
Phone
Again.

O, it’s mom asking
Something,
Can’t turn her down,
Even in bed,
I feel like,
How shall I
Put it,

Tear the whole
Thing down.

Hate anger
Though,

If I’m hating
Something
That’s already
Bad.

O Nepalese
Summits,

Please,

Wait for me,
Take out confusion,

Give me a ladder
Too.

The slums
Are calling,

Fallen angels
For sure.

 

 
K.B

 

 

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