i’m in the mood to burn it all down
set it on fire and run away
a villa in mexico maybe
sipping sangria with senoritas
farm agave and make my own tequila
blanco diablo distillery
guarantee dysentery to the first ten thousand customers
not feeling the happy side of the street lately
someone ground up unhappy pills and put them in my daily suppository needed to process the bullshit of daily life
just grab your ankles
this be over soon
the desperate need to spill the words out before i die
leave a legacy of mediocrity for future generations to ignore
someone will find these words and co-op them with the deft touch of talent
everyone on the road around me is in such a hurry
racing to be ground to dust
i’m going slow
dreading my final destination
is that work or hell
i don’t know the difference anymore
how do you differentiate
it’s too hot
torturous
my coworker would rather see me eviscerated than smiling
did i die in my sleep and just picked up
business as normal
if you want hopeful go back a month or two
i’m sure there is joy somewhere
or more pandering lines to attract her attention
didn’t work then
won’t now
run away
disappear into the desert
somewhere with those special little cactus buttons
spend my days sweating in the fields
the nights in another state
hard to define reality when you can’t do anything but drool
my escape plan
vanish before they kill me
silence the illiterate
and then in a flash of smoke
i’m gone