Crap Call Life
In order to save myself from
drowning in my own feces,
I purge myself each day,
so the crap I call my life,
would not hamper me in any way.
Reality is something
I got to learn to face.
I’m no cowardice!
I love challenges!
But sometimes getting up
and reaching for the door knob
is the biggest challenge, I face
each day.
I may sound like I’m cowardice…
But think about it…
Pollution, carjacking, kidnapping, gang rape, low-pay, obnoxious co-worker, rude clients,
terrorist, racist, child ***********, human-trafficking, corruption, politicians…Dead!
I wouldn’t turn the knob today…
I’ll call in sick!
I’ll relax today…
If I do that,
I’ll miss…
Partying till dawn, getting drunk and hitting on the guy I’m too shy to speak too, baileys, sex
in the back seat of a car, orbit white bubble mint, using the internet service at work, using
office hours for my personal leisure, spying on the boss and his latest fling…
I can go,
on and on…
Good thing… this life I’m living…!
So tell me, if you can!
Why I still feel like
I’m drowning in my own feces.
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