i suppose there’s more to be grateful for than not.
what with the fight against entropy going as well as it ever goes
and the paycheck vending machine still going,
kicks aside.
and all them books that say that me,
tired ‘n sweaty, surrounded all sides by clean,
should be so damned happy
just cause, just cause, look at all I done!
and they’re not wrong,
but that don’t mean they’re right.
and for all i’ve done
tonight,
i can’t drop this anger
or recork this hole.
