Blistered Dejection - Pretty Little Flower

Floating through a garbage life

Sweatpants caked with logs

Fragile homebum dejection

Blistered lips, teeth are gone

Slept in my car, stole my antenna

Chasing another rock — limping off with my bike

…a jaw that will never re-align

Your life is rocked up — lurking

The intense fervor of whining self pity

Excuses pile up like so many aluminum cans

Slow motion shifty crackmonger existence

Removed from any semblance of a waking life

Death would be a step up

Rocked up — death