lost my money and my friends
in the concrete cracks
of this worthless city

but don't you give me that stupid pity
i've still got a fist to swing
no one's worth it, that's the thing

i don't smoke, these days i'm running
it might help me when i'm dead
which given that i'm getting fat
is an american conviction

good job, reader
if you spot a contradiction
but this here is not a fable with a twist
this is ephemeral nonfiction

blink and i'm gone with garbage
rotting quietly somewhere
you may be at an earlier stage
but trust me, i'll see you there