a crazy game

here's to getting drunk and watching old movies

if they remade this movie today

shia leboeuf would be plato

and some guy too old

to remember the part

would be Jim

to get the high school girls

to shovel out ten bucks

for a ticket.

i guess you gotta do something

but this meager existence

doesn't qualify.

i'm just a handful

of jigsaw pieces

too incomplete

to function in any capacity

other than taking up space.

a forgotten childhood memory

thrown on a brush fire.

just a man waiting for noon

to meet what he's been running from

his whole life.

i wasn't promised this,

the lies we slurped up

through the years

were parlor tricks

to disguise the hideous beast

pulling the strings.

you don't have to throw away

the red leather jacket,

just put it in the closet

for now.

when you return

only boards and nails

will you find.

how many bathroom floors

did you sweep?

how much humiliation

did you shake off

just to be tossed to the dirt

empty and alone.

i have climbed many ladders

in my life.

some short,

others that reached beyond measure.

yet, none of them matter

for one slippery slope

i trambled upon

and flung me into the muck

with yertle the turtle.

in a world where i am

condemened to be free

at least a passing smile

would suprise me every so often,

but no,

we stamped the parchment of servitude

so we may know the joy

of being defecated on

over and over.

 

Author's Note

i gotta stop drinking