A Vague Dissatisfaction
The world is a greasy dark place like the inside of a fast-food wrapper
in a bag that has been tossed into the street
The world smells like an ass
There is nothing here in this world that does not seem to be made of plastic,
it is like a plastic grocery bag containing everything
It breathes in and out with the stale breath of movie theaters
And a vague dissatisfaction.