you know you're in the game

when the dog who never liked you

sleeps by your feet

 

you're in the game

if you're still breathing

 

you know you're in the game

if the dice are rolling

 

if shit still smells like shit

or

if a dollar falls out of your pocket

and you don't give a shit

 

and if they steal your bike

both you and they are better for it

 

you're in the game

 

 

if your nuts swell up

if your eyes brighten at the thought of ice cream

if you shiver in the cold and love the cold

 

if it's good to be cold

to be underground

 

you're still in the game

 

when they lower you into the

underground and bury you

 

in your bones

 

and put a stone on your grave

 

"here lies the body of an artist

what he did we do not know"

 

 

 

at least that's what i think.

 

what do you think?

 

i don't know

i'm just a fly

 

so am i

 

are we the same fly or

different ones?

 

who gives a shit. let's eat.