Eighty-five percent of us are fucked.
People continue to smile,
But smiles and prayers aren't gonna change reality.
You may call me bitter, cynical, jaded...
But I raise my glass to you,
With this dripping from my lips:
Belonging is not something I have ever concerned myself with
And is not something I give two shits about.
I toss my head back,
Down my drink,
Somehow knowing
I would meet my end this way.
peace and love
AJ
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