i somehow ended up in
a conversation with some
college kids the other day
and one of them asked
me what i do for a living
i told him i'm a writer
but these shining bundles
of light didn't understand
that writer was code for
i'm poor and live at home
with my mother
then one of the clowns
asked me to describe
my writing style
i paused
thought for a second
and then said have you
ever had a back spasm
while wiping a bloody
asshole all the while trying
to light some firecrackers
that pretty much sums
it up
all i got from that
was blank stares
and dumbfounded
faces
i walked away feeling
justified for my horrific
view of the future of
the free world
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