A Very Human Debauch

A very human debauch.

Its demoralising

This morose self pity

I feel ashamed

And I feel obscure

I’m out of sorts

Tearful sad sullen eye’s

The world weighs heavily

On my shoulders.

 

All the good things

In a mans life

Are constantly threatened.

 

Week by week, month by month

Year by year, its passing me by.

 

Marriage, wife, career, kids

I can’t even hold down a f*****g job.

Mortgage, two cars in the drive

I can’t even get out of bed in the morning.

 

Come crashing down

To earth with me

After a high

It all seems

Demoralising.