For The Assholes

our snake tongues split

with lies and truth,

skin replaced by

body butter and bullshit

and it feels so smooth

we could fuck ourselves.

so we drink before

the sun stands up straight,

take our morning shits

sometime around noon,

and flick our cigarettes

on the floor of our car

because the bank owns

the piece of shit anyway.

and speed up when we see

a pothole or small animal

on our side of the road,

because we were born in neglect

and the world has yet to correct

the typo we see in the mirror.

so cheers to all the bastards

and bitches and crazy fucks,

you all have my pity.