Shithole

This shithole’s sinking just like the rest. Flapping its arms and drowning in an inch of goddamn water because it got hit in the head too many times as a kid. We live in a house of mud and shit and fossils and jizz. 

Grandpa’s dad built this motherfucker with his bare hands, because that’s how you calloused your palms and became a man. Also made jerking off feel like sandpaper sliding up and down your Johnson like a piston. 

Rough riding, bareback, cracked knuckles and a gun rack. Let’s dance on the grave of our legacy and throw our cigarette butts wherever the fuck we want. Sharing our heat and ash with the bones and trash of our deadwood family tree. 

Ash to ash, dust to dust, and nothing to fucking nothing. 

Come from nothing and leave nothing behind but a memory as lasting as a fart in the fucking wind.