Money on his mind

While gas prices climb

Finding ways to thrive in this arid systemwide perverted asinine non-functioning little slice of earth we live on.

Body check for a cup of coffee, playground fighting while the rest of us are rollin our eyes and arguing about it on the sidelines. Laughing our asses off at the asshole doing a double drive by one handed with binoculars up to his eyes.

He’s rich, a turtle lookalike and the way his neck cranes to the left and right and his beady eyes frantically search around in fright remind me of why turtles hide in their shells and can’t seem to understand how much of an asshole they stand out to be while he whimpers in misery hoping that he makes more of the green with greed and glee while the world around him crumbles down under his feet. Stumbling out with an apology we laughed behind his back, the shit stain that had some sort of right some sort of privilege as if the rest of us aren’t the same flesh.

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Tight on money while the world around me crumbles. Full of narcissism and hate and waiting for a fight. Hell he’ll faint from the sight of blood, the weak motherfucker with the Dough. The man with the plan might have the ideas but not the muscles or the heightened senses required for the street, for the walk, for the alley or on the clock.