The Misery Index

I gotta stop drinking and
get a deep clean so I can
start fucking again

the recluse blues

digital feelings

waking up at midnight

playing it safe never
worked when it
came to art

it never worked when
it came to life in

what could be done about
the human condition?

8pm, eating the leftover

12:30am, drinking the
penultimate White Claw,
hoping to get to sleep

your stinking breath is
my guiding light

I was hoping to get to
you before midnight

the best laid plans produce
the worst outcomes

no one knew what they
were doing

they just went through the
litany and lost like
everybody else

because daddy was gonna
save you

could never get out from
under the fist

acting like a bitch

the draw of sex

there was nothing else worth

twenty years on and I can
still do this

scarred being nothing

too dubious to care

feeling on your titties

to bring us back to

tits is whatís happening

you just got punked

I lived in a dump for
10 years and it produced
exactly 0 character

listening to my married
neighbors flirt outside

itís not the audienceís
fault, you are the

and youíre the one that
needs validation

well, I just needed some
money, enough to say,
fuck you.

putting up with me is just
something youíre going
to have to do

would you mind coming
in at 8am?

no, of course not

nothing ever did
happen and you
took me away
from it

and if I blame you for
that, Iím not
a man

bygones upon bygones

when youíre getting
massaged by a
chick named

well, that name used to
mean something and
it still does

Iím leaving detritus on
the table

and leaving here with
a clean soul

Written by Taurek
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