the poems of george jones
...generation sucks

last cigarette, good lighter

grew up in broken home
that’s how I got out so easily
boat got to be too crowded
charged, invaded
somewhere else
… and when they dig up your past
you remember what you got—
small towns
are small towns
cause they got short eyes
you hardly gotta worry
what your neighbors
are doing,
and when I go hungry
I look forward to meals
and when I get beat
the hospital’s a song
… wrap my fractured-broken legs
in duc’ tape and a kiss
brush my teeth
with what was clean yesterday
just get me on a plane
get me to work
smoked my last cigarette this morning
with a brand new lighter
yeah I’m hanging on a thread
but it could be from a rope.

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