still aboard bad writing train (yesssss)

you know what they say - stop smoking and sell little bits of yourself, dried flakes of your liver, to get inside people and on their salads, hair for children with cancer and stem cells for babies and ears grown on mice, sell little bits of yourself that you don't need, but grow bigger, grow larger, your smallness will not be valued on the market, grow gigantic grow over and up and in with the rose bushes for ever never

keep a list of tips and tabs and pay back your overdue electric bill, tell the story of you again and again until it becomes bright and polished and leave out the bits about staging a fantastical and bloody seppuku at your desk cube

sell little bits of yourself
i repeat three times
america is the country i love because it is the only country where i am allowed to drive a car
this you might say
at a bar
or i don't want fuck people who talk about their feelings for six hours
blech blech blech
the skinny arm girls with delicate neck jewels
dangerous arrow and spear shapes
will just
die