Low Life

despite what they say

there’s something so


about being a


smoking, drinking

eying up women

enjoying early morning


and breathing in the stench

that makes you feel

like such a real


jacking off to cheap porn

to the sight of dirty


who’ll do anything,

who’ll never say no

and then just laying there in bed

listening to the sound

of rain

for hours and hours

upon end

as it hits the window,

it’s such a wasteful life

but it can’t help

but taste so


at times

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7 replies »

    • Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my stuff 🙂 It can be a little daunting being so honest (especially when you’re showing the worst traits of your personality) but it’s kinda liberating nonetheless!

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