More Drunkenness (PBR edition)

Please make it stop.

I can’t be around them any more.

It’s hard, I can’t look,

I keep my head down,

And keep walking,

Their flimsy physiques,

The cockroach in their ears,

The cars, mindless hip-hop,

Steel and hard pavement,

Pillars of sand, and interstates,

Buy and sell and be sold,

And be ancient, and convicted,

I just had a PBR,

Can you tell that I am pissed off,

That I’m morose,

And bound by misanthropy?

She talks about war,

And saving her water,

And I spill it on the floor.

Pillars of sand.

There’s not much to do,

I won’t laugh, I’ll help,

Despite how much I hate them,

And I’ll eat onions from the field.

It’s struggle, struggle on,

Meditate, and carry on.

I can’t help but think we’re done.

It’s the minotaur in the shopping mall,

A one-eyed Moloch for our pleasure.

Fuck it, my eyes hurt,

From not caring,

Boundless compassion,

I miss the country.