from My Book Report on the Afterlife
My old man slides the creeper
under the Celebrity until
hes back on Euclid Beach with cigarettes,
dont cross me boots popped
out like thermometers.
Its best to service your own bike
when hes playing good witch.
Touch the dial if youre the stupidest kid
I know. Cud your gray steak,
peckerhead. He aint fixing shit.
Now fetch a couple cans of high school.
Get your lips on. Show him how
you swig and kill ants with a wrench.