All Figured Out
Sun angles in on the room just so
There's a strip of light on the floor for my dog
Sirens outside if you pay attention
AC doing its best
Nothing in the fridge
But condiments and expired takeout
No money to shop for food
Finish my book
Stare at the wall
Is this what it's all about
I must be missing something
I was born without hunger
Watch other people
They seem so fake
Like a bad sitcom
Is anyone happy
Is anyone sane
The dog licks his ass and falls asleep
He's got it all figured out
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