I think
I think
mostly about

money, sex
and dying...

i think in that order.

no...sex, dying,
money.

wait...dying
then money, then sex.

maybe that's it.

dying during sex
is an occasional worry.

i mean if i'm
with the wrong person
how gauche.

money, dying, sex.

it's not a mantra
it's a mental cough.

i think about
money after my death.
i still worry

as money wants
us to. money
is having sex

with a lot of minds
right now. it's so
disugsting, dying

starts to seem

the easiest part.

when i die,
i know my money

will go fuck someone
else but i don't

really care. they can
have it,

and its cough.

i'll be spending
all my sex and worry

on earthworms
who find themselves
so damn sexy

they fuck themselves...
and i bet it feels like money.

i bet it just does.

and yr religion
can't teach you that.

whatever funny little
glittering thing

you kneel before.