bad ass bros carry
beer cases up the street
bad ass bros carry beer cases
up the street
and i feel like death warmed over
sitting on a stalled bus in the sun
smelling my own stink
i watch them as they strut
with that confidence of youth
like they have their own soundtrack playing
shouting their bullshit at women
turning for the last glance of ass
swinging beer cases
like they’re filled with air
cigarettes dangling from their mouths
slapping five when they get a smile from some chick
bad ass bros carry beer cases
up the street
like wiry gilded gods in a city that was made
just for their pleasure
they don’t know about sitting on stalled buses
feeling like death warmed over
useless and aging
in the reflection of the hot summer sun
as kids cry and people shout into their phones
about wasted time in a wasted life
man….i hope they never do.
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