Pollution in the Pores.

To cut through to the source,
I jumped over the chicken wire fence
I slit my wrists on the wiring
I left my soul in the hospital once again
I had to change the carpets out when I got home.
They weren't as absorbent as I once believed
The circular apartment had divisions that led to every room
But I got lost in the refrigerator on the day I collected on my food stamps
Double trouble means I fucked some twins
What a Saturday that was.