i’ve got nothing to hang on to.
not my insane family
not my idiot Bulgarian heritage
nation of drunks
and criminals
nation of slaves
serving Washington
living here in America
Third-World ghetto nation
with a First-World military
i’m sitting by the window
the dusk falling
the air is cool and smells nice
the fireflies are out
i remember once walking down
a dark alley at night
only one light on the wall
pissing through the darkness
i thought
i’m dead but i just don’t know it.
