sometimes
i
feel
life is
like
an elevator
you're
stuck
in
while
d r u n k
and in
the possession
of
a backpack
full of weed.
and instead
of
hitting the help button
you have to
kick the
SHIT
out of the door
and have
someone you know
pry the doors open with
a hockey stick
so you can escape
then
a couple days later
someone who lives on your floor
rats on you
and you and someone you know
gets stuck with the
bill.
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