Al Bundy Moments (We’ve All Got At Least One)

Al Bundy Moments (We’ve All Got At Least One) 

I lost my luster 

my lust for life has become bogged down 

in daily ground rituals 

Whatever happened to the funerals 

full of promises you’d make to yourself 

and the dancing at others wakes… 

It’s the same rehashed excuse 

you’ve been subscribing to for years 

and think that you will be delivered 

by 12 cans of lukewarm beer 

Sweet absolution nihilism 

complete embrace of apathy 

as you watch the others like you 

march to their own defeat 

Through caffeine or nicotine 

or any other vice 

whatever makes the pain 

of mediocrity subside 

Living out the past mistakes 

like self imposed isolation 

as your dreams start to mimic 

the commercials on tv 

Once you loved cereals 

and Saturday cartoons 

now it’s Metamucil 

and denture creams 

Your old play grounds 

have been burned down 

the condos built over alleys 

where the junkies used to kop 

Where the poets known as vandals 

practiced their beautiful craft 

and the misguided unenlightened 

painted over it.

Where the church didn’t have a say 

over how you lived or died 

and what you could expect from any after life 

I’ve become my father 

like his father I am bitter 

and embattled in daily suicide 

not by weapon but by choice 

as I kill a smaller part of my true self everyday 

sacrificing my identity 

in the most comfortable of means 

For my mortgage 

for my marriage 

for my closed minded community 

the ones who enrich my life 

so much it makes me gag 

From the boredom 

from the anguish 

from the smog I breathe to live 

there’s nothing to look forward to 

everything makes me sick