Just another rat losing the race.
You want to quit, but you’re trying to save face —
to yourself, you’re a disgrace.
Honking horns;
inside, tumultuous storms;
wishing you were never born.
A 401k, but a heart forlorn -
do you mourn
for every newborn?
You left your blinker on
cursing at another dawn —
it has felt like this for so long,
why can’t you just move on?
Bumper to bumper,
getting plumper;
a relentless hunger;
getting drunker;
you just need a proper slumber,
don’t let time be your blunder -
there is no getting younger.
November 11, 2022