Poetry

The Garden State

Everything in Jersey

is a big f#@!ing deal!

They parade you like a show pony

Then act like they’re gonna throw you a bone

 

The never-ending cycles of torture

gnawing at every nano cell of my being

and its only just begun!

 

As I wait in the bowels of purgatory,

while puff the magic dragon

huffs on my hope

and puffs on my purpose,

asphyxiating aspirations,

drowning dreams and desires,

strangling every fiber,

gorged on by the feasting maggots

produced by the state of the garden.

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