bourgeois blue collar, part one…

transgressions, aggression, oppression’s! ate up, born with no thumbs! public educated, how could i be so dumb? caught up on the fast side of slow, and afraid, that if i don’t lose it, my mind, it will surely blow…

i’ve named it bourgeois blue collar, but, i’ve always only associated it with black leather, long greasy hair, dirty levi’s, and shovel-head exhaust! it was always paid though, no matter the cost…

a shot, a fist full of pills, 17 old style’s, and a joint rolled tight, is what it took to make it through another night, another bottle, and another painful fight. inside! inside that place you cannot get your money back for your soul. especially when you lose your mind. the screams! the yells! but, oh the smells!

it was sexy, the way it all perplexed me. it was then that i realized that i had been built and not bought, especially when it came to my thoughts…

the sleepless knights! the broken bones! the fat lips! the excuses for this! the black eyes looking up at the blue full moon, bourgeois blue…

i guess it was true, the collar of the bourgeois is really black before it turns blue. waking up on christmas morning, seeing nothing but my icy cold breathe and then, just like that, you’re gone, a ghost. whose heart was it here that mattered the most?

what if i can’t this time, run home slow? what if i can’t remember where it is i am supposed to go? stay tuned…

stay up; stay human too…

#inthegrip #whiteknuckles #builtnotbought

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