Scribbles of a Grown Boy

By Atticus Yus

I have three beautiful daughters, my darling girls.
 
I depend on my dear wife and love her accordingly.
I struggle with sleep but found what soothes me.
 
My two green eyes through the green glass bottle
And the green in my pockets from the green in the
Forests burning because the government rather
Have us dead loaded with the prescriptions those
 
Fucking doctors dope us just to earn an extra dollar
With every patient      paycheck for fucking doctors
Addictions      won’t help my chapped lips nostrils
Explain why my nose hurts    and and in the Sonoran
Experimenting on      illegal aliens    eagle    call ice
Exhaustion I’m in pain I’m in inpatient         get out
 
Kamala Harris said Biden’s    coked out        sleepy joe
On guard for thee        fuck Trudeau   anything for    a buck
Never wanted              three beautiful daughters        tough luck
Dollar suck     damn liberals              vodka and                   tax dollars      
Middle child   back fucking hurts      corrupt feds          some more naloxone
Three beautiful daughters       Trump assassination was        I’m so              a hoax
Proud              out of this dump          the issue was your       mother             can’t sleep
and      love my           chapped           I’m sorry         green   on tap      my nose
can’t sleep my nose                my daughters              anything cheap
and      can’t sleep       can’t sleep                   love my
can’t                nose                 and                             
                       
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​Atticus Yus is a Latina writer living in Vancouver, but always finding herself elsewhere. Her work has also been published in Counterflow Magazine and Decomp Journal. She most enjoys challenging herself in strange ways and reading fanfiction.