Notes Taken in South City Park

January 13th, 2019

Watching drunks throw up in the park behind mirrored sunglasses.
Fuck you too.
I can't buy them I'm only seventeen
Fuck you.
Share the wealth.
Drink and drive.
You be safe now I will.
I lost my green lighter you got a light hey girl
You got a light
I love you anyway I'm sorry.
You're being a brat I am a brat that's why you love me.
Removed, invisible, tuned in, dropped out.
We'll get together then you know we'll have a good time then
Son of a bitch fuck you.
Bitch you a are a goddamn dirty fucking liar
No you're no good.
The heat rises with the season.