I need a rich girl
I need a rich girl 
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps
and avoid a job.
I need a pill that will 
fill me up, not with envy.
I need a pill that will 
make me feel friendly,
not want to kill
I need a friend, 
in these united states
of isolation
where, even hell s angels 
are afraid to hitchhike,
where thinking 
outside the norm
could land you in jail.
I need a reason 
to go on living,
and I think that 
my children will do.
--Mikel K
Monday, December 22, 2008
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