Hard Times

 

In this conveyor belt existence
the shit just keeps coming..

God how I hate this place..

These unrelenting shadows

slowly swapping my resolve

to get out of bed in the morning..

So in a flash of defiance

I toss my nemesis
into the nearest trash bin
only for the bitch to ricochet
and hit me in my stunned face..

All the while

the object of my disaffection

grows exponentially..

Mocking these feelings of futility

and hopeless disillusionment..

Now a bloodied mess..

I gotta confess..

I hate this fucking place
even more than before