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I saw a man fight a scarecrow
At a pig roast
He was drunk as hell
I watched his muscles swell in anger
A lady in fool’s gold sunglasses
Said,
“I’d buy that for a dollar!”
I saw a girl my age
At the pig roast
She was making toads
Fight each other
In a boxing ring made of sticks
She was wearing a bra
Found in a lake of mud
I stepped in the mud
It took me in like quicksand
I saw Hunter
At the pig roast
He brought a pellet gun
And shot the pig as it
Rotated on the spit
I shot at a can of turpentine
And missed
Me and Hunter and the girl my age
Found a hole in the ground
At the pig roast
And saw a little boy
Who fell inside and
Broke his arm
He was crying and asking for
His mom
But we didn’t know which one she was
There were so many people
At the pig roast
When I was 6 years old
I had a crush on my grandma’s
Next-door neighbor
She looked like Drew Barrymore
From the movie Never Been Kissed
I found out she was a prostitute
So I went home and stole money
From the cash box in my
Mother’s closet
I went back the next day
and offered the money to the
Drew Barrymore lookalike
She smiled
Took the money
and went back inside her house
I stood in the rain
Behind the chain link fence that
Separated her house and my grandma’s
For hours
.
.
.
.
Until I gave up
Looked at her front door
one last time
and said,
“I guess no one will ever love me”
