Life's Complaints Department

Life's Complaints Department Take it out on me. That’s what I’m here for. Make me work for it. Make me feel it. Your relationship is dead. I want you to spit bile. You hate your kids. Let your tongue be your weapon. The mortgage payment is overdue. Show me that desperation. You got some bad news. Prove to me your diamond hard anger. You’re having car problems. I want to see blood rush to your head. I am the concrete wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life. I am your temporary enemy. I am a sponge with a face. I calmly roast in my own public hell. Barely existing in my own numb regret. Forsaken by my own fragile identity. The sweat soaks through my shirt. An accidental pain junky. Ready for another fix. comments?