Vicodin and the Unemployed Summer

Oh Vicodin,
that sweet opiate smile
Indeed,
it has been a while.
I don't like my hair today.
I just want to lay in bed all day.
Watch the rain falling from my window.
Eat Cheez-Its and watch the sun come up
I should get up
Clean my apartment
make some coffee
What's the point?
I don't know.
after all it will just get messy again.
dirty dishes, and trash laid out all sloppy.
I'm the only one that lives here.
A one bedroom, quaint, hole in the wall.
my sweet box of freedom.
which is ironic, because I feel trapped.
Wait,
Why did that kid just leave a joint in my console?
I don't even smoke weed anymore.
Oh look, I found another vicodin.
Thanks, dad.
I look like a bum today.
I am a bum.
I don't have a job.
Got fired for poor performance.
At least I get unemployment.
I got offered a part time job.
25 hrs a week, 9.75 an hr
it would give me something to do
a sense of fulfillment.
what I really need is some romance.
instead of feeling like I'm trapped
in a high school prom dance
staring at your senior photo.
Man, that was 7 years ago.
i need to get over it.
Oh boy, here we go again.
That delicious itching.
I'm staring at my white wall again
oh, Vicodin.