Poem 18








Just a cup o' coffee,
and a flick o' cigarette,
and a pop o' adderall,
and I'm ready, and I'm set.
Stuck between the gears
of this perpetual machine:
work hard, study hard,
keep your grades good,
keep your brain clean.
Then I get fucked up on the weekend,
and the cycle starts again.
I live the same day every day,
it's all according to the plan.

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