The animal is on empty

An attempt to fix it all.

1:10 A.M.
I am an anarchist
A poet at times
I make minimum wage

I want to burn down ten city blocks
As a sonnet to you

I want to fuck in the heat
Maybe it will burn the past

Red wine and coffee

Too much coffee

Sometimes too much booze

Rhyme schemes to me
Are like cops
Never there to help

I'll never say what you
Need
To
Hear

Animals trapped in human skin

I've never heard it put to better words.