the ink of my regret

I paint an ugly picture

With the ink of my regret

And I think I might forget myself

I haven’t done it yet

All my friends have PhDs

but I‘m not down to do that shit

The toll it takes on someone‘s mind

I’m damned to do or not to try

The jobless market feeds on blood

Which I am not too keen to share

I‘m smoking weed and writing poetry

until the day I die

Before I lose what‘s left of me

I‘ll write it down in verse

every blessing needs a dollar

every dollar breeds a curse