no more parents

there are no parents anymore
and here we are passed out
on street corners with
canada house strewn in grass
and when we wake up smelling
rolling over and on one another
there will be no scowls of disapproval
we will drunkenly disrobe
and dive into dispassion
numbly injecting happiness junky style
as if nothing even mattered at all.

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