I don’t walk anymore

I don’t walk anymore
we don’t fuck anymore
I get my kicks
at the grocery store

no red meat anymore
2 for 1, she’s a whore
to the tags, to the shelves,
to the white tile floor

why am I so afraid of
this everyday life
nothing wrong with
routine nothing wrong
with a wife

I’ll work on my habits
until I get bored, and
when I get bored I’ll
get scared and I’ll run

straight into traffic
right into the heart
of another one’s
something another

man’s cart. I’ll sneeze
while I’m driving
and in that one second
I’ll kill something special
a story, I’ll have it.

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