on March 19, 2012 by Mitchel Jonas in Poetics, Comments (0)


Living the life
Not giving a fuck
Petting my cat as she
Jumps in my lap
Her asshole gets close to my face
And I smell her butt
Downing whiskey at the
Corner spot
Maybe a Fernet now
Ginger ale back
Still pulling girls that
should be on the cover of Maxim
Still living the dream
Every single day
Doing art
Writing Poetry
Taking Polaroids
Still running from cops
Still running with cats
Still popping random pills
Waking up in random places
Can I make it another 30 this
If not there is
The Hunter S. Thompson way out
Me Solace

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