Like a pack animal, you hang out in groups. Back slouched jawagape in the alleyway. You and your group yelp in a grating cacophany of dissonant cope - each attempting to outdo the other,

Such were are and shall remain your gatherings. Noise. Nothing but noise. The youth, terrified of admitting they are terrified of admitting they are terrified of admitting.

Scrambling to and fro tryna make a buck. Taking care not to take care. Next up nursing home. I never met a one a yuz I liked.

Yelping yelpong yelping yet you never get a helping.

Who am I kidding? I haven’t had a helping in a fucking decade.

This life is a joke. It’s a one man smash and grab with a grin. I’m up at ungodly hours.

I just want to sleep deeply. I pray to Jesus Christ to sleep deeply and to take my soul if I die.

Dawn’s Creed

It shall be thus: Every day and the dawn of it shall be full of gratitude to God.