Wisconsin is no place <br />for those who are lactose <br />intolerant, but I enjoy <br />the hops and believe this <br />city has a cheap apartment <br />for me to dwell in as I <br />count my sheep and dream <br />beyond brats and pigskin <br /> <br />One day I'll set a <br />way point for California <br />where the sand is stained <br />with medical green, where The Beats <br />once frolicked when controversy <br />was their flag at the peek <br />and Bukowski accidentally <br />created a wastoid philosophy <br /> <br />But until then I'll waste <br />away with the venison, victimized <br />by rednecks and rot before a <br />LCD screen displaying reality <br />TV passing the time of the <br />ignorantly blissful types <br />concealing weaponry and enjoying <br />their lives<br /><br />Justin Tallman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lactose-intolerant-in-the-dairy-state/
