becoming a spear
whittling away the what is
left on the stick of this life
spending the day dying.
thinking about insects and death
and dying waiting to work out
so I look good so I can be more
famous and fuck hotter and more $
cause this is where the happiness
is hidden in the future world
where I am happy and bugs care
and my dick is bigger and ice cream
won't make your feet disappear
where cancer waits like a hidden
tiger in the grey haired forest
of middle age. a thorn in it's paw.