this is how we role

28 days later
in chalet thirteen
my sugar levels
are up as I'm riding
cream-coloured ponies,
crisp apple strudels
and sweet thighs
whose
sweet sighs
throw out my cares,
so let's fly,
'cos I smell roses
but I hear flies.

"I know, let's
find a bum and kick him
till his dope falls out."

"no. just leave me alone"

"thank god I have nothing."

"when going through hell, just
keep going."

yes, yes
yes, no
yes