laugh, love, fuck and drink whiskey

The newspapers used to be
A source of amusement.
Hilarious unadulterated headlines…
“Mr. T states that he is ‘Qualified to Beat People Up’.”

Anymore I just feel bad.
I feel bad that they think we’re idiots.
I feel bad that maybe we are.
I feel bad after sopping up fear
And depression
Like a dry sponge
In the middle of a toxic puddle
Of advertising
And media frenzy.
I feel like puking.

We’re all gonna die,
And I don’t want to be afraid of it.
I’m just gonna drink my whiskey
And smoke
In the process.
Then I’m gonna fight.
Find my rhythm.
Maybe make a song or two.
Dance, fuck, write, laugh, love.

I'll tell ya this though,
I’m not going to listen
To these ass holes anymore.