Checkout

I breathe in shit I shouldn’t and bounce up out of real time

I introduce new regulars to crowd the back of my mind

They take up

So much space

My lungs are resting at capacity

And I check out

No room to push my cart between the high-stacked 24-packs

At target liquor and spirits I can’t decide what to throw back

I might just get

Whatever’s cheap

I’m holding up the other libertines

I’m taking up

So much space

It all just does the same shit anyway

So I check out