Dinner time.

Serving up a hefty plate of bullshit with a smile spread across that pimple filled face.

Maybe I'm the virus playing a human, Asking for cuddles and chicken noodle and crying when my friends walk away.

I tried to be the guy you see in those boybands, you know the one in the back of the group who isn't a dick. Brown curly hair and big eyes like a fucking anime protagonist looking to save the world.

Big bad boss man grabbing a handful of my mane whenever I zone out or close my eyes pretending I'm still in bed. Stay up till five and still fooling myself I can work at 100 percent.

I dream of filling every book shelf with my novels but that dream is the only novelty I can feel in the palm of my hands. Hand me those pills and maybe the sheep will return tonight to give me a hand with my nap.

However, the sky's still blue  and I'm still breathing so maybe I can handle being served seconds.