intro

there is no
chance of fate
we are creatures of habit
and circumstance
trapped and set
by our surroundings
and inferior personalities

it’s the laziness
and fear
that’ll get you
sometimes
well
almost every time
as you drive,dine
and imbibe
for awhile
till no one
sees the value
in your bullshit
any more

post modern philosopher
with another door
slammed in your face
as you
run to that safe
space
usually in haste
and of course
you never enforce
the commitment of will
until you divorce
your guilt
with a sword sharpened
right to the fucking hilt

damn, i’ve hit another low
how much farther
do i have to
go
say no more
be all
end all
once again
as you kiss the floor