I’ve stopped writing poetry Because Maybe the sound Of another dead body Hitting the ground Is the only thing That we can hear To cause us to move To make us to cheer I’ve stopped seeing broadway Because, the tickets (I can’t afford) I’d have to whore my body To make it to just one more And i’ve done that before And i need the money to eat I need the energy to walk I need the time to sleep I’ve stopped engaging, really Because what’s the point I’d rather be off fucking 'n' rolling a legal joint Let the chemical romance of clean eating fill the air As they shoot shoot shoot And we stare stare stare.