Tired as hell.

Tired as hell.

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

Tired of minimum wage serving fries and dessert, 
Tired of spoiled people with money that don't work
Tired of not being a jerk, 
Tired of selling drugs to people with a sense of self-worth, 
tired of popping seven zolpidem to just sleep, 
tired of waking up at eight and by nine takin ten ampethamines, 
Tired of walking to a dead-end job, 
tired of being a worthless liar,especially to my moms, 
Tired of my psychotic sister, 
tired of remembering the stupid f*****g teachers, abusive preachers
Tired of my f****t a*s pops, 
Tired having thoughts about what he did when my moms was gone
tired of not being able to eat, 
tired of balancing out my anger with darvocets, alcohol, and speed, 
Tired of not havin anything I need, 
Tired of seeing people without any talent on MTV, 
tired of people believing the lies they sayin
tired of no one listenin to what the f**k I'm sayin, 
Tired of living off honey buns, 
Tired of spoiled a*s kids in college off they parents funds, 
Tired of bein outta luck, 
Tired of having to hitch rides in the hatchback of a red ford pickup truck
tired of people coming and going in my life, 
tired of starin at a knife and stayin up all night, 
Tired of f*****g being sick and tired, 
tired of wishing this whole world would combust catch on fire
Tired of the police, 
Tired of everyone havin problems and then blaming em on me, 
Tired of havin weak friends who turn out to be my weakness,
tired of not being in seattle, still sleepless, 
Tired of people living like they sleepin, 
tired of people in general and I', tired of them breathing,
tired of my own f*****g songs, 
tired that I don't got a number one that make fake people sing along, 
tired of feeling alienated, 
tired of being out in public, getting looked at strange like i'm alien 
tired of me and you, 
tired of not being able to smoke weed whenever the hell i want to, 
tired of not being rich, 
tired of being sick to my stomach until relapse with my next fix,
Tired of not winning the lotto, 
Tired of Lil Wayne and other posers poppin champagne bottles 
Tired of no-talent people rippin off Pac and Biggie, 
Tired of how people treatin me like I'm there enemy
Tired of my past being scary, 
tired of miley cyrus, lady gaga, and that b***h katy perry, 
Tired of people acting fake to everybody, 
tired of people playing video games that cost more money
than I could make in a whole day at my job workin minimum wage
tired of this crazy s**t and tired of feeling pain
Tired of all the bullshit, 
tired of everyone's elses bullshit that I somehow got caught up in, 
Tired of not even making ends meet,
Tired of these dollar menu signs reminding me I'm cheap
Tired of shotgunnin beers, 
Tired of livin life in a dark cloud of fear for year after year, 
Tired of living my life in danger, 
tired of f*****g stupid a*s snitches thinkin' life's a no-brainer, 
Tired of it f*****g all, 
tired of falling while walking around the mall with enough money to buy a bag of halls, 
Tired of being a white stupid suburban loser, 
Tired of people trying to prove how much they can really prove to ya, 
Tired of this life s**t, 
Tired of the paper towels I use to clean up the dog s**t with, 
Tired of Penelope, Tom, And Gangsta's that Cruise, 
Tired of playing the game of life, because I still lose
tired of people reading brainwashed news, 
tired of my brain-damaged-brain not knowing what to do, 
Tired of f*****g missing people for real, 
tired of friends who don't care, ain't real, all they wanna do is steal
Tired of this being my reality, 
Tired of every time anyone ever f****n' doubted me.
Tired that I'm too damn shy, 
Tired of feeling that I feel this way and I can't explain why
Tired of not having a car of my own to drive
Tired of you smoking my weed and i dont get high
Tired of looking at so much porn
Tired of being on the john at my job in the morning and getting scourned 
Tired of eating hot-dogs with pills for breakfast 
Tired of not having a souped-up-coupe,  or a necklace
Tired of being wasted outta the bottle no chasers
Tired of being chased by my own thoughts in a Jeffy Dohmer's basement

© 2010 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on September 17, 2010
Last Updated on September 17, 2010