The Pepsi won't last forever.
Quarters run out.
Bills keep coming
and you've taken the advice
of everyone you love
to stop stealing.
They're right.
The rain comes
in torrents
but the bedroom plants
still die
in your swollen hands
because
you feed them tap water
and cigarette smoke
in even smaller
rations than you give yourself.
Nothing could thrive.
It takes more than blood
and guts to survive.
Another night in a town
that I put the daggers to
I never used to care
or believe
but the endless pattern
of falling out
and climbing back
has me thinking
that it's time
to try
the truth.
I feel something charging at me
behind the fire and the swamp's
fortress.
Or at least I think I feel something.
You know,
its been a long time.
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