Friends

We walk around like a parade of gypsy's
Not knowing which one of us is going to fuck, cheat, steal, or love
But we feel different
"Not much like the others." They say...
No.
Not us...
We have sifted through the muck
Like stubbed toes of our generation
Trying to find ourselves
Expressing pain as if it were a drug rubbed under everyone's noses
Reaching out to be numb

Even time is hard to come by these days
15.00 dollars at sun rise
0.00 by midnight
Slaves to the three part circus act
Fuel for tripe devastation
Explosive
As if there were blockbusters primed on every street corner
Detonated only by the madness of our fruitless desperation
We live together
We die together
Always seconds away from picking out our insides
and putting them on display for any on-lookers to wrap up and take home