Quick cheap fast sonnet torn from stream of conscious since
day is full of mundane (fool Monday) and this work
I waste my hours (life) with... when I think causes wince
as hopelessness winches death closer, little perk
to step through bureaucratic labyrinth heavy
with devils angling passive aggressions at all
times. Fact of the matter is I'm shitty Chevy
Monte Carlo Supersport with less punch than stall,
sitting on three Daytons and a donut, riding
with little confidence through realm of leased Benzes.
I'm minimum payment in maxed out World, sliding
down actual wealth chart, in shit-tinted lenses,
being instructed to see myself as success,
while suffering somewhat relentless mundane duress.
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