The girls at work get knocked up

and they say to me "don't get knocked up" while you work here

and I whisper back

"don't worry, I won't"

death is slowly moving in

likes ants and mold and trash in the street

once what was nice is

like ants and mold and trash in street.

The guys at work say "fuck this place"

and I tell them

"I am, every day"

all I have is ants and mold and trash in the street

when I was little,

I know this has nothing to do with anything

but I received an ant farm for a birthday present when I was 8

all you needed were the ants

you had to send away for them

so I filled out the paper work and waited

a few weeks later I got a brown paper bag full of dead ants

it was typical of my life and for everything to come

at 8 I had an ant farm mausoleum

and no friends

09/23/2013

Posted on 09/23/2013
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