Tuesday, April 16, 2019

you would make your own by J.J. Campbell

sometimes the drugs
just don't pack the
same punch

the bottle gets lower
and lower

faster each damn day

you would make your
own but you know the
fucker next door would
call the cops, accusing
you of cooking meth

that old fucker will
die soon

and hopefully the
new neighbors

won't mind the fumes







About J.J. Campbell:

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is trapped in suburbia, wondering where the lonely housewives are. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Fourth & Sycamore, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, The Stray Branch and Red Eft Review. You can find him most days bitching about something on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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