butter welfare

there must be some benefit in this
some goofpack reward i can stick my ego on
with all this goddamned glue i’ve saved up
in a red bucket with my middle name on it.

i need my parking stub validated and
i’m not sure where i left it
time to start begging for change because
a full-blown meal is possibly in order.

if i can’t leave i must eat
whatever you have is cool
grilled cheese?

i’ll just sit in this broken chair
everybody knows i carry uncomfortable with me
it gets me places
it offers me a seat when i can’t be nice anymore.


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