(of mother)
A beer and in front of me:
No visible sign of shame
in the shitty restaurant; oh
what does this suppose to mean?
I am all questions answered
unable to ask for the simple explanation
I already know.
I too give up,
and slowly sarcasm
and vacuous wit pour
into my hollow throbbing chest.
Experience at the Restaurant
Posted by : Matthew Chamberlain
on 6:42 PM |
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