music free sunday

chained to my mattress for an entire day
surrendering motion to my thoughts,
granting them the silence they demand.
ink stained sheets laced with crumbs and
a brilliant, orgasmic word explosion
that leaves me craving cigarettes and beer.
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$87 organic rip off

it was a recipe for an incredible night...
blueberry wheat microbrew flowing from a tap.
salads delivered straight from garden dirt.
nitrate-free beef and free-range chicken.
gluten free pizza for digestive happiness.
but, hidden beneath the allure of healthy eating and
the 'handwritten', earth-conscious menu,
hides the repetitive truth of organic indulgence...
three salads, two pizzas and a beer a piece
will murder your wallet whence the check arrives...
leave it feeling empty, disemboweled, stripped of purpose.
but, alas...my stomach didn't roar back after i ate
and i don't know what the bathrooms there look like...
and for that i will pay any price.