They call it building credit.
They call it building
Like you’ve done something.
Like you’ve put something together
for yourself. Build credit, build worth.
Build a room without doors.
Someone might let in a little light
As you make payments on the interest.
Indentured. Maybe your worth is fucked.
You’re riding bitch in your own fantasies.
Just Living the Dream
America, beer, bummer, death, desperate, desperation, discomfort, drugs, drugs and alcohol, drunk, fallout, happiness, hope, humans, lessons, man, men, messy, our time, peace, people, poem, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, power, punk, punk rock, sadness, secrets, shit, suicide, time, truth, vulnerability, vulnerable, war, work, working, writing
About Me
A poet-chef living in Denver, Co. I use the orange Aquafresh toothpaste, off brand mouthwash, and those little floss picks.
Daniel E Haislet 
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