Punk Ass Poet

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”

Susie had lived on a rat-eaten blanket on the sidewalks of Main Street, between First and Slaughter She was 97 pounds of bad language and bile but she’d hadn’t the muscle to fight off the crack-heads and junkies who needed her body to keep warm at night Since Susie’d blown out her veins before hitting the street, she’d been shooting in the fat of her stomach She’d hoped that the smell would deter the bad men but their type was not so easily discouraged When she’d begun to ooze green puss and red blood, a regular downtown Christmas, she was fresh out of millionaire benefactors and affordable insurance to get it taken care of This morning, when Austin came to pick me up, where I was waiting, between First and Slaughter, he pointed to the filthy blanket tied up in a ball and asked me, “What the hell’s that?” “That’s Susie,” I answered, “and she didn’t matter, to anyone.”