What A Way To Go

Truth be told
My happiness in Sleep lies
It tells me
This time you won’t wake up
But every morning
The same ole thing
“Wake up you need to make money”
So off to work I go
To fluke a flock of cameras
Then when pay day hits
Make a prudent reserve
*psh*
I’ll pro’lly blow my wad

Or worse yet
Blow it all off
Skip work
Ditch class
Find myself outside a bar
Call out one last time
Before my sponsor saves
My ass one last time
Cause let’s face it
There may not be one last time left

I’m not happy
All of the time
I do think about death
Some of the time
I am full of shit
Most of the time
When am I going to grow up?
Does feel like Limbo, don’t it
An existential void
Morass than you can shake a stick at
Is mine showing?
A bullfrog in hot water
Boil over and barely even notice
What a way to go

11/10/19