2016 is the year I get a better job and get comfortable with being alone all over again. 2016 is the year I get my balls checked out for this weird lump. 2016 is the year we all might die from Donald Trump becoming president. 2016 is the year baby.
Let’s remember this year as one big internal struggle externalized in the world’s blind faith in a hair plugged asshole named Donald Drumpf and just the generally bad light people shed on one another. As much as I can’t stand most people’s opinions who are for the g.o.p. I sincerely feel sorry for them for being so fucking desperate for any sliver of hollow hope that as much as one man may promise, in the end can’t singlehandedly instill in a country that is so down in the dumps in every way.
In my dream
Housesitting for someone
By the beach
All the sun pours in
Potted plants under a lamp
Staying alive in winter
The lights go down
On dogwalkers
Me
And acid surfers
Tore a page for someone
Down by the sea
Dark moon
Tide wash my feet
And floods my brain