this dumpster's filled with smoke and ego
dull conversations're puking falsehoods
so much door-knocking, you'd think the door-bell is a g-spot

philosophy,
according to philosophers, used to be for the masses
until the coming of weed, rock'n'roll, and brain atrophy

what's left of that parasitic wizardry of a field
can be found in one-bedroom apartments like these
covered in whiskey dust, and pack-a-day fruit flies