plenty of food in the ice box,
nothing worth making,
products for instant gratification
will only do me
when the empty bottles are piling up
next to the ashtray of used butts:
we're all related.
maybe when self-absorption sets in
the litter box won't stink
my heart won't hurt
under the hanes i haven't washed in days
flooded with the incessant blue flickering
pixels of the television
tracking my life out in infomercials
and gameshows:
it should dawn on me then,
instead of a vile sinner,
i'm a vicarious winner.
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Lolz, I actually imagined my roommate reading this one to me. You use first person throughout the whole thing, but believe me, the audience you wrote for is completely right there with you.
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Glad it has some mass appeal! Cheers!
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Very interesting and true to life which is often strange. Brings back memories of my youth and those young philosophical leanings. Good work amd happy trails
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Interested to learn about your old philosophical leanings and how they differ from your young ones! Thanks!
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