Becoming Bernese.

Bernese is full of nails
empty bank accounts
lost priorities
fake smiles
social networking fixations
nicotine addiction
nervous breakdowns
memories best forgotten
years of pills

Jordan was a dreamer
never depressed
yet always failing
too short to shine
too vain to see
TV tells him what to do
he wants to be rap star
mocking everything you are

Rose sings in colors
vulnerable and withering
the sun haunts her skin
the boys love blondes the best
She says with a cigarette between her lips
You'll often find her wandering
like a long dead celebrity

Joe learned where the ally ends
where cops blow up like puffer fish
the addicts resemble skeletons
where corpses turn into flowers again
as the women melt into the twilight
car alarms ring endlessly
marina knows your fate
young child without a name

Gina grew up so pure
adored by friends and family
college educated, and perfectly manicured
like a pristine Russian doll
Some people have all the luck
I hate her because I wish I was her

Instead I am Bernese
full of nails, and shit luck
in a world where I am seen as nothing
because I'm poor.
I wish I was pure.