Poetry

Basement 2019

I’m 26 and I live in a basement
But that’s not even what I’m mad about

I’m mad at the fact
A close friend of mine smoked the last
Of my crack

No more crack for me until April
I don’t even hate Jill
I want to mate Jill
And raise a family, raise creation
Raise them both
Inside my basement

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