Necessary Days

Necessary Days
I didn't have my coffee...
Ran out shorts...
I'm short, on funds...
No job, looking at reruns of Martin...
And I'm warring,
Within and without
No doubt
With preconceived enemies...
Damn...
These kids hollerin' they hungry...
Scratchin' and itchin'...
I'm fienin' for a releasing...
The pain I'm embracin'...
Regret this disaster...
Of waking up with no will for a way... Out
Get out...damn get out...
Broken and worn...
I've had enough of today, this hour, this minute...
Finished, I say, I'm finished...
Let me go wash these dishes...
Wash away these delusions, anxiety of my decisions...
Wishin' it'll all go away...
So I can pray for better days  
God help us through these necessary days...