Problems Confined
"PROBLEMS CONFINED"
the !@#$%^ roaches laugh at
me because they know I’m
trying to kill every last one
of them.
the children allow their
entire family to live.
the security guard walks and
walks waiting for that
precise moment to catch the
third child living here.
there are three guys in one
house and two of them like
men, the other one gets ****
for the **** he’s adding the
tear up to.
I brought problems down on me
from the father to view.
a whore infested hotel with
leaky pipes would have given
me peace.
at this place where it’s all
gone to hell, we all have our
hours of sex.
the two tinker bells get to
walk away from it all while I
have to hear her.
we sit and allow each other
to say what is needed.
to date, I am the only one
who has taken advantage of
the gag that consumes us
during our table meeting.
still, we’ve ignored the little
ghost that lives with us.
I’m not sure why but if she
tickles my balls at night, a
few hours of agony I can
handle.
it’s like a millionaire
without money but like
anything in life, the chicken
can still taste like wood.
By: Chicano Eddie
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