one day

one day someday any day at all
you all will die

you all will die

and i am waiting for that day
the day when one of you
two of you the rest of you
the whole fucking lot of you
are dead and dying
dead and dead and dead

i have plans tonight
to be carving punchlines in my arm
and another plan to sleep well
in the end all that can decide
is the toss of a coin
tossed by a tosser who'll decide
whether its heads or tails
after the fact
and not before

you have plans tonight
and if i guessed them i'd be right
but why would i risk it
we all have plans
grand plans, bland plans
blueprints of a nation
fingerprints of a thief
they are the same, the same
the same, the same

repetition is not a device but
a sledgehammer on a spring
but it gets the fucking point across
like yes we can
bob the fucking builder
yes we can

yes we yes we yes we yes we can
and will and must and should and
might and won't and never would

unless our eyes closed and we
happened to dream
like
haven't dreamed in years that i can
remember
but i'm forgetting a lot

like where was i
did i begin with something worthwhile or
was this always doomed?
was is five minutes or five hours
i spent writing this
who knows who knows who knows
was it two seconds or two minutes
you spent giving up

hey hey implied reader
i love you
though you are but a fiction
and i hate you
because
reasons
i hate you ok i hate you hate
you hate you

what the fuck
am i doing

where is my caps lock
my

something to

finish

sentence