When I found out you didn’t believe in the stars, you became a jellyfish. Brainless, Spineless, Hopeless.
You believed in nothing, and burned me with a dunce cap, put me in a stool, to star at the corner.
Pathetic, I was. To think you were a lion when in fact you were a jellyfish.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
The opponent is on the other end of the room, staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up, so they can substitute me out, for a worker that gets joy out of the little things, who never missed a beat and