it’s not worth the toxic air i breath this noxious mix of raw debris asbestos and carcinogens molecules of oxygen these old habits they die hard like rasputin and captain picard our sun is just somebody’s star mapped out and followed on nautical charts there’s a million other worlds out there desperate alien girls out there space invaders asteroids and i’m stuck on this rock breathing this poison it’s not worth anything at all these words they come easily these participles, similes past imperfect, present tense waiting, hating with bated breath and compliments are cheap as dirt for an extrasensory introvert i know what you’re thinking