Donut Shop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
One free thinking man and his temptation to just give in to the faliure of a world.

Submitted: April 19, 2013

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On the rat infested corner of the foulest city resides that donut shop. As time wastes away, as my stomach cries for substance, the bus creeps closer and closer to my position, but still isn't quite there yet. Goddamn buses, you can't rely on them anymore. Not like back then when pus wasn't spewing out of our drinking fountains and when the air didn't stink of blood. Every second I waste waiting on you are seconds I could be using to grab myself 6 feet of rope or maybe a Colt .45 to put against my face. Patience my friend. It will be here soon. Smoke a cigarette, kill a minute or a lung or two. Tick tock tick tock. No longer can I wait, my hungry eyes stare violently at what I see across the street. That donut shop. Its tempting me to give up my last pieces of nickel to diabetes and clotted arteries. The thought of that sugar sitting on my tongue makes my knees weak and my mouth drool, just like a highschool girl when she's getting flowers from that middle aged man with the Mustang next door. Smoke a cigarette. It will keep you distracted for a minute... Smoke two if you have to. But don't give in to the shit they want you to take down your throat. I look to the left and to the right, I see everyone and everyone sees me. What do I see? Massive, fat accumulating, degenerates feasting on what might aswell be dog food with a fork, as if they think the utensils mean they are still respectable and human. What are they seeing? A 90 pound skin and bone man child who doesn't have anyone in the world to feed off of. Unlike the rest of these fools I choose not to suck off the teet of the venom ejaculating demon and call myself a free thinker. Is it worth it though? Am I as independent as I thought I was? I mean, I'm already smoking their cancer, using their transportation, drinking their brews, and shitting in their toilets. Maybe I'm contributing to this cesspool of a world. Goddamn fool. They had me from the begining and I wasn't smart enough to see it. Smoke another cigarette. It should distract me for another minute. No use. Can't argue with myself anymore. Don't want to make myself crazier then I am already. Forget fighting the bastards in the sky. They're probably sitting on their golden granny chairs, chiefing on cigars, smiling and laughing. Give in and become one with the mess. Becoming one more whore to their collection. Buy a donut. It will keep you distracted for a minute...


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