Blah Fucking Blah

"I haven't been to the beach in thirty years,"

"All I do is go to work and go home."

"How are you?"

          Can't complain... Nobody would listen."

"I want to burn this place to the ground."

"I haven't had a day off in 14 days."

Working class blues permeate the air,
Choking the life from our once hopes and dreams.
My ambitions have faded into survival.
I watch classmates get Master's Degrees
While I sport two years sober
And don't even have a fucking chip
Because I did it without jail or rehab.
Whoopee, I get a goddamn cookie,
For the bare minimum of functioning adulthood.
I'm employed, housed, and outta jail!
The words of my customers at my dead end job
Drone on in my head like I'm swimming in thick fog.
There's no way out, and I can't believe I ended up here!
I have two baby daddies, debt, and anxiety.
Can't afford therapy
Or a house out of the trailer hood,
So I succumb to maladaptive daydreaming.
Dissociation travels me far away...

"On the beach with one of those
fancy drinks with the little umbrella," I say.

Wishful thinking for someone like me.
My lofty dreams and wishes are dead,
But hey, at least I don't do meth!