how much porn

How much porn can you sneak to work

Until you get caught and fired?

How will you spend your last 30 summers?

I‘ll spend mine waiting for september

Like I always did

I‘ll leave you to the embers

And the flickers that they cause

I get bored at the beach

and its oily-tongued charisma

I dealt in currency and phantoms

And became a ghost myself

Counting shadows of a better life

from winds that never blew

I say pretty words to ugly people every day for money. 

This is how I feed my hate for pennies on the clock. 

I count the colors of the clouds

yearn for liquor on the rocks

The day shall come, my riches spent

will bring me naught but friendship