dumpster fires
i’m chasing shadows down alleyways, with ink-stained fingers.
i love to walk backwards in parking lots,
spinning around to grin at the moon,
or god forbid, you.
just breathing in mist and thc.
trying to see who can swing higher on the playground.
let’s do it for the love of it.
let’s burn it for the hell of it.
you only get to be a juvenile once,
and i’m dying to make the best of it.
remember, if you’re charged as a minor, sentencing is less severe!
so, the time to say, “fuck you uncle sam,” is now.
