As We Continue... to Decay

the rum is chilled ready to mix
as the cats cry out loud under my bedroom window
screeching waiting wanting each other
pussy chasing pussy
cars hiss by and brakes squeak for stops
slow creeping police cruiser up and down
up and down
up and down this hole
as the women with boyfriends
push opposite ways against cold wind
throwing sparks
as each strike ignites against cold steel
everyone in there is restless
and the boyfriends with no women
stand atop chairs
jerking off into the wind
with a noose tight around their neck
getting the timing just right
they're gonna need it
because tomorrow they take the big job
and they'll tie another noose around their neck
in the morning
marching like millions of little plastic soldiers
into tall buildings
that will eventually
eat them alive
they drive home in their steel cages
and police pull them over
to generate revenue because the state goes under
and
he wants nothing more
but to exist without causing a disruption
his fight is over
as for me
i'll sit here night after night
sucking on this bottle
pounding on these fucking keys
until my fingertips are calloused
i'm carving out my own piece of the American Dream
my own little corner of paradise
with a much needed dose of
truth