Human Waste

Will we ever live to our potential?

 

nursing a cigarette after a drip of rain extinguishes it’s fire

searching every crevice of the car for nickels and dimes

barely making ends meet

but always finding ways to buy your fix

sacrificing gas money for a pack

just enough of both to get around

and get through

sneaking away to the bathroom

on a work day

like a defiant teenager

it mounts on the camel’s back

retaining stress like watery sacks

releasing qualms in a puff of smoke

washing worries away with something that

would gladly kill us if given the chance

 

booze and estranged women

illegal drugs and misguided inhibitions

unprotected sex and misdemeanor offenses

why do we indulge ourselves in such carelessness?

Dulling our minds, loosening our bodies

Stripping our potential

Laxing our morals to make a dollar

And all that will be left,

As we wonder why

we’ll never be remembered,

are the regrets and mistakes

Of a life well spent in waste