"Let me ask you something Mr Betts,
Have you ever tried not being a priick?
Or attempted to not mess up shhit?
Every feeding and helping hand you've bit
Sending 'em to but never making it to the hospital for a single visit
Bilt a bridge to get over it
Then, in the very next moment,
Turned to make sure it stayed lit
Not a one time incident
And punishments no longer a deterrent
It isn't, isn't it?
The troubling news is...you guessed it
Everyone's reclaiming their investment
Or eating the cost, willing to take the loss,
Adding more years before their retirement
Setting a telling precedent of embarrassment
One with an abundance of resentment
All the while, this battle internal is constant
Brought on ironically by an antidepressant
Raging against tendencies of a suicidal mindset
It's crazy how ugly things tend to get,
Within a quarter of a heart beat minus a minute
In other words, it's instant
Good luck, you're gonna need it."

©2024

Life is short

Where to invest
The Precious time
Is the biggest decision

Where not
The 2nd big

this body
this temple.
was made for everything but itself.
the pilgrim for the rain to come.
a harvest, not for me but
for you.

eat from me or we'll all starve
but sneak me some bread
if ever you have the chance.

//

how could i ever compete with a body.

if this shell of a temple is
all thats here, a good bargain but
definitely not worth
the investment.

i still cant believe i
armed the gun
that shot me dead.
i took a knowing wrong turn
and still
barrelled down the road.