by Zach Jones
My baby’s favorite book is television.
Cheap porn is the best thing she’s ever read.
Like me, she was raised on the best diet:
Bullshit, booze, and Wonder Bread.
Her hair is supernatural.
A smile of ultra bleach.
When we get lucky, the neighborhood knows,
’Cause we paint the town with my bloody nose.
I feel commercial.
I feel hardcore.
I feel American.
Drive-thru parasite.
Supermarket sloth.