Irresponsible he was
Though his kids had comfy beds and shoes.
It's just he stayed ******
Lest succumb to the death culture blues.

All the points,
All the laundry,
Getting up is moot.
Welcome to the deep
Futility loop.

Eyes open or eyes closed
Light humor or heavy dread
A countdown ticks
No other time to dance
But the tick
No other faults to fear
But the tick
Each tick forces a bite
Of acceptance soup.
I don't want to miss one
Nourishing tick.

Why should an emotion-beast
Who never got filled-in on the point of the whole thing
Be forced to worry about the fate of all life?
This seems like an unfair emotion to equip us with.
Not only unfair, weird.
Suspicious.
Is it there for a purpose?

My derelict daddy taught me everything
A person can reliably know.

Nobody knows anything
&
Try to get inside when it snows.

The lost
Confused
Deluded
Arrogant
Leading the
Deceptive
Proud

A mad swirling heap
Infinitely deep
We don't know the point
No certainties to keep