I hate you people
Clad in purple, gold and red
Jaywalking in herds.
Street festival lite
Nothing like Mardi Gras.
This is college ball
Sitting behind cars
I was not moving at all.
Traffic blows big cock.
A bird in the bush.
It looks so free and happy.
Abandon my car.
Now I am a bird.
In the center of Poydras
I take off my pants.
Jump on the bush, nude.
Bird flies away. People stare.
In gridlock. Insane.
Disoriented.
I fled in fear into slums
Central City blows
On Washington Ave.
There are no football fans here.
I am kind of scared.
Traffic was a bitch
Daily commute took two hours?
What the fuck was that?
Tomorrow will suck
There will be nowhere to park
That shit is not cool.
1 comment:
"Traffic blows big cock."
I love it!
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