Flavor

We gathered our change on the table

Laid out some cards and swayed a little

While I smoked that grape e-cigarette piece of

Shit I bought at the gas station earlier because if

There’s any weakness my lungs have it’s

Flavor.

 

And my change was stacked and then it was gone

And it came back around again as the laughs were passed

Big blind’s bet got

Bolder.

 

And we cooed and cawed as we raked in the money

And now I have cash to drop on the starbucks it will

Take to get me to work on time tomorrow.

So call out to morning and tell her I’m

On my way.

 

Slapping around that dry-eyed

Aching boned bullshit.

A yawn’s enough oxygen for where

I’m headed.

And that’s all it takes to be

Happy.

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