a pounding headache
with any luck you'll
be dead by the morning
the woman of your dreams
is off fucking her true lover
and if you ever want to let
the young poets know
that is the reality
that awaits them
dancing with the devil
is reserved for a higher
class of degenerate
get used to the sewers
to the cheap booze
to women as lost
as you truly are
she swore she could
shit out rainbows if
given enough drugs
would you rather eat
or be entertained
she said she knows
a guy a few blocks
away that sells some
good shit
old enough to know now
that is never a good sign
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Black Coffee Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.
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