It´s early in the morning
a tuesday morning
the 25th or 26th tuesday here
on my search for being found
I´m hiding some Whiskey in my right sock
9 Bucks left
that could mean passing out & killing time
it could mean changing stinking socks
getting a coke
a real cold one & some smokes
I still have some to get me through
two apples, a small bag of chips & two empanadas
with no clue what´s in them
I start hating all those dogs around here
but I love the owners having to pick up their warm shit
an idiot is chipping balls in the park
GOLF
Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden
you should play golf on a golfcourse
you should play tennis on a tenniscourt &
you should live fucking life on earth
whatever and wherever that is.
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