Nothing.
I am lying,
Lying.
Chilled Sweaty Feet. Gross.
Being Gross and
the other too.
Won't say it twice
out of respect for you.
Rude people.
It is not they lack social graces,
it is they don't like other faces,
than their own.
Everything.
I am lying again, all the time.
Generalizations
Selfishness.
Feelings of
impending doom,
life for me may end
by noon, tomorrow.
I am on the clock, tick, tock
There is more sand in the bottom
of the hour glass, no way to turn
it over and no refills allowed.
Yesterday.
Helplessness.
Haters.
Do I sound like I drink
from a bitter cup?
Waiting... oh...My time...is up.