wormwood poetry 1: fame and fortune

 the good times

copying the best of all time 

crude childish fan immature 

when i saw fidlar

(fuck it dog life's a risk)

fun loving

the nights gone months past

to be rich was to have a chili dog

and a place to live bills paid 

somewhere someone plays a harmonica

not taking a bath for a few days

baroque as a word used by a reviewer 

my drugs in my body

healthcare so i don't have to take bowl hits

or use condoms

a place to call home 

the rug the couch the bed the posters

texts

deposits

2010-2020



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