I almost give a shit

I like my fags better hand rolled with stale tobacco
and burnt halos in the filter
inhaling more ash than smoke
gives me an easy headstart on cancer

Mama always said that roach resin
gives it a little something extra
I wonder if she ever realized
it could've just been the meth talking
but, then again,
she always did have a knack
for pointing out the finer things
in white trash recycling

I'll have to thank her one day
for showing me the ropes
the way only a real lady can
although I never did quite have enough grace
to spit with my skirt hiked up
and still walk away with my morals in one hand
and a dirty thirty in the other

elegance never was my style
well,
it wasn't an outstanding talent
marshal mark ever added on my resume
but he did say the shit that falls out of my mouth
might be a good book
for the bitches back in drunk tank 2

So I like to pretend I'm a poet
and write delicate sensibilities
about how I'm just oh so fragile
with bs like
'it caught my emotive eye of fancy'
then I class it up with a cunt here
and a high school vocabulary word there
cause senseless expletives make me fucking smile
when the rest of it reads like I'm an illiterate dyslexic

fuck it

a social degenerate like me prefers paper to people
cause' I'm selfish and only like to talk about my baggage
after I have a glass or 5
of I almost give a shit on the rocks