All That Jazz

There is poison in my food
but I eat it because I'm hungry

There is alcohol in my cup
and I drink it because I can't sleep

There is a heart break waiting for me
and I walk towards it because the shape
of the thighs curve perfectly

There is an ulcer in my stomach
because the day to day complicates everything
and bliss is only found upon gazing at the
ceiling

And there is also these grandiose day dreams
floating addictive like nicotine smoke
and I inhale it because my atmosphere
is too mundane to just not dream of something

So with all of what is going on through the hustle
and bustle, and through all of what is just made up shit
in my head, I some how manage to exist through this
as the jazz musician picks up the microphone
and sings about the things no one ever wants to
think about