Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

23 June 2015

Meth Jesus later
It’s not easy when you party 
For a living
It’s on your lips
as you wrap around
me
long legs bring together
death and living 
Are you paying a karmic debt?
What your taking can kill you
But Meth Jesus
says 
we’re all
forgiven
Blame it all on y demonic curse
blame it on the universe
but even underground
Where nothing sacred, and there’s no hallowed ground 
Feel the fever, chills
the kick is coming
the pains is coming
have faith 
Meth Jesus is coming

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