October
the leaves were gold, the sky was old.
but if only there was a story to be told…
oh wait there is. it’s golden like piss.
mother fucker, is that what you call a kiss?!
the heat was cold, the ice was hot
fuckin’ bitch, i will give it a shot
i told the man to go to hell,
and he threw me down into a windowless well…
october, october, how dare you shit on me,
the rain is hot and wattery.
“well fuck you brad, you smell like shit.”
then i replied, “what a perfect fit!”
…asshole.
