look outside. Another morning
where the toxins from millions of
cars driven by pissed off drivers
creates a brown cloud that hides the mountains
until about 4PM.
There are kids on the basketball court
maybe 10 years old yelling
fuck like they have any idea.
They tell me palm trees aren't even native.
Paradise can be tricky.
People aren't native here, either.
They move here.
I watched you move here.
Right after I broke up with someone who lived here.
People move away because they think
someone they love is living somewhere else.
No wonder the drivers are so angry;
No wonder the drivers are so angry;
this city doesn't know shit about love.
It just screams a collective fuck and has
no
idea
what it means.
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