JUST MARK THE BOTTLE
POISON AND I'LL DRINK IT
Even if it's just plain milk, in my mind I
can pretend and death is so easy to fake.
Men do it all the time. Look at those
two freaks on the threadbare corner.
They just stepped out of that bar, to
have a smoke. You have to drink
inside. You have to smoke outside.
Rules and regulations everywhere,
even for the dead. There's a van
full of kids, screaming. I think
they all just lost a bet. The bus
keeps running by, yet I'd wager
they really wish it would stop.