july 31- thin and briny

Benstopfel

Our blood is the same colour
It’s just not the same solution
Mine is thin and briny
And it’s stuck by noise pollution

Let’s move to the country
We’ll pretend we don’t have problems
We’ll have dinner parties
Make our friends think we’re obnoxious

I’ll take
That hit
I’m sick
Of this

I’ll blow up my tv
If’n you go drown the iPhones
We’ll whine and we’ll be bitchy
But at least we can be alone

If this shit is post modern
Well then I’m post living in it
I’ll never be a father
But then I never was a kid

They took all my plasma and replaced it with seawater
I’m bloodless rich and hydrated
And if it’s not a bother
When I die
Look inside
Untangle all the plastics
Grocery bags and old price tags and unused prophylactics