Yeah
This fucking sucks
Is this my life now?
Work a long shift, eat a frozen dinner, then spend the next 2 hours of my life cleaning up after four souls and tidying up the fucking house?
Is this really fucking it?
20 years of this shit?
Every
Fucking
Night
For the next
Twenty
Fucking
Years
Ugh
This fucking sucks
Nobody listens to me.
Not at home,
Not a work,
Makes me feel
Like sumb numb dumb jerk.
Wish i may
wish i might
be simply heard
sometime tonight.
I'm overwhelmed by the impending revolution of the sun, a sense of fleeting mortality, and the wishlist of life slipping through my fingers.
A sumo wrestler sits on my chest, reading the Sunday funnies, and as he flips through the wispy pages, he comes upon a newfound determination to complete the world's largest crossword puzzle. I have no choice.
I was rolling and carrying on when I saw a frantic man crossing the street back and forth while waving his hands in the air, signalling for me to stop.
'Oh, boy. Here we go. Let's see what this guy wants,' I thought as I rolled up my window.
I cruised up, barely touching the gas, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw his face.
"Watch out for the turtl," He yelped as he was beaming, smiling from ear to ear.
I looked down as the precious green turtle the size of a child's fist steadily made its way over a curb, trying to escape this lunatic almost as fast as the mailman can. Effing turtles...they're stopping me for turtles...
I look around
and see the clutter
and realize what a mess my life has become.
So, I cringe
and I despair
and I instantly sow the seeds of repair.
But, in my haste,
I spread myself too thin,
A little here, a little there,
And very soon, too soon,
I've begun unfinished projects everywhere.
Only then,
does the cycle continue
because
then, and always then,
I look around
and see the clutter
and realize what a mess my life has become.
