nullcollege
red beans & rice
& water over ice
oatmeal in the bowl
sardines down the hole
ramen noodles for a soul
leftover stone cold
don't debate i've pushed 8ths
so that i would be able
to put bread, eggs & milk
the occasional bagel
present in my cupboard
on my breakfast table
but those days are fables
now that i'm unable
to
eat
quite
right
hunger pangs & fright
sleeping with the light
pants no longer tight
afraid of who might call in the middle of the night
apologizingfortheinconvenience
quickly informing you
that
$thirtythree
$dollar
$overdraft
$fee
applies to all transactions only the first one's free
so i
formulate the right reaction to avoid legal action
bring up a small detail as an adequate distraction
impaction of teeth i don't use that much
if i don't eat
tired of breaking the blisters on the underbelly of my feet
payday
four days away and if mom were in town she'd maybe let me see
clever recipes involving solely ramen, oatmeal & beans
but she can't because she only exists as a screen
an assuring voice on the telephone
a picture on my computer
it'll have to wait more days before i get that green in the jar
but as soon as the account's positive i'm cutting the card
cutting the chord of financial umbilical greed
the only reason you bank is cause you were taught to need
institutions, confusions of what you spend and don't
and years and thousands later i wish i'd always been broke
no india palace, pochi, wa or free state
but today if you look this way mind your fate
when you converse with a man who'd slit your throat for his plate
tries to play in cool when you can't get a date
to pay for her own food because she can't wait
until friday.
my day.
blue skies ahead.
& i'll buy a dozen huevos and a big loaf of bread
& i remember every word my parents had said
we'll take care of all the tuition instead of
the rent, the bills, the food, your head
but you can only work twenty hours a week and if you drop out you're dead
to us educated, well fed, well bred folks
& i'll never act angry
try to crack jokes
about how it's okay in college to always be broke
but...
sometimes i swear to god i will choke
downtown patio patrons lives all revoked
and my bloody hands
on your fries
and your coke
red beans & rice
& water over ice
oatmeal in the bowl
sardines down the hole
ramen noodles for a soul
leftover stone cold
don't debate i've pushed 8ths
so that i would be able
to put bread, eggs & milk
the occasional bagel
present in my cupboard
on my breakfast table
but those days are fables
now that i'm unable
to
eat
quite
right
hunger pangs & fright
sleeping with the light
pants no longer tight
afraid of who might call in the middle of the night
apologizingfortheinconvenience
quickly informing you
that
$thirtythree
$dollar
$overdraft
$fee
applies to all transactions only the first one's free
so i
formulate the right reaction to avoid legal action
bring up a small detail as an adequate distraction
impaction of teeth i don't use that much
if i don't eat
tired of breaking the blisters on the underbelly of my feet
payday
four days away and if mom were in town she'd maybe let me see
clever recipes involving solely ramen, oatmeal & beans
but she can't because she only exists as a screen
an assuring voice on the telephone
a picture on my computer
it'll have to wait more days before i get that green in the jar
but as soon as the account's positive i'm cutting the card
cutting the chord of financial umbilical greed
the only reason you bank is cause you were taught to need
institutions, confusions of what you spend and don't
and years and thousands later i wish i'd always been broke
no india palace, pochi, wa or free state
but today if you look this way mind your fate
when you converse with a man who'd slit your throat for his plate
tries to play in cool when you can't get a date
to pay for her own food because she can't wait
until friday.
my day.
blue skies ahead.
& i'll buy a dozen huevos and a big loaf of bread
& i remember every word my parents had said
we'll take care of all the tuition instead of
the rent, the bills, the food, your head
but you can only work twenty hours a week and if you drop out you're dead
to us educated, well fed, well bred folks
& i'll never act angry
try to crack jokes
about how it's okay in college to always be broke
but...
sometimes i swear to god i will choke
downtown patio patrons lives all revoked
and my bloody hands
on your fries
and your coke
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I share my car with my mother, and it's not better than do not have one. I use my bike but I live in a "desolate" place, car is necessary...and mine is an old one and has always a lot of problems
I can't wait to see the pic...tnx!
sleeping with the light
pants no longer tight
afraid of who might call in the middle of the night
LOL I like that
downtown patio patrons lives all revoked
and my bloody hands
on your fries
and your coke that part too~