Knowing I Am Killing Myself
I sit and I sit and I sit again,
Wondering why my neck hurts
And my body is losing her elasticity.
Eating brownies for fuel, knowing I am killing myself
Softly, and in a luxuriously relaxing way.
The brownies are gone, but I am not satisfied,
So I reach for the potato chips.
They are salty and crunchy
And help me swallow the
Sweet of the brownies.
I am in one of those hey, let’s not
Do-anything-today-days.
I would go to the store and
Get more chips, but I am
Out of steam,
Sitting
Just
Sitting
Hurting
No one
But
Me
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