it gets so old
Day after day
Wake up (damn, why does my shoulder hurt? Didn't hurt when I went to sleep)
Get some clothes on (these jeans were good enough for yesterday - they're good enough for this day)
Eat some food (yeah, yeah - I know some people, lots of people, ain't able to eat a breakfast - I am such an insensitive bastard)
Read some stuff on WritersBeat
Try to interact there as a social being
And - if it is one of my lucky days - sit on the crapper and scribble as my body makes room for more crap before I go to work
You want me to be excited?
You want me to be afraid of terrorism?
Fuckin' terrorist best hope I don't see him before I get back to my bed tonight
Cause I don't need no vest to blow up
Through the smoke and fog there comes a form ... shape shifting ... could this be the Future?
Last edited by Nick Pierce; 01-11-2018 at 07:49 PM..