i was at the jets game with you

when i was peeing i thought

it felt like a factory farm

like humans are raised to be killed

when they scored a touchdown

we were happy

because they scored a touchdown

the happiness might have been artificial

they just want our money

i think i'm going to make a christmas present
i already started working on the present

looking over my shoulder at some bottles
on my desk i thought they looked like buildings
in a city skyline

i totally didn't plan this
sick of poems that like try and figure things out
'discover' new things

my eyes hurt when i woke up this morning
there was a person in my bed who kept
pushing their body into mine

it was so warm
monday night football bitches
dolla dolla bill yall