What do you do at the end of the day, when it's all said and done.
Do you walk around with your hands in your pockets?
Because that always makes me feel like such an idiot.
To think of all the things you could do with these hands
and yet you'd rather envelope them in a small hot confined area,
and waste whatever they could be doing.
To put something so useful where it can't be at any help to you.
At the end of the day,
when your lovers got parents to hang out with and not tell them about you, where do you go?
Do you go shopping with your best friend?
Because that seems like a waste
of what you just spent a whole week striving towards.
To throw hard earned money
that could be saved and set aside for greater purposes down the line,
on Lacey underwear and perfume. Underwear you buy to wear for your lover
who is busy elsewhere not thinking about you.
When you've worked and you've maintained adulthood and handled all your business,
do you go out drinking?
Do you take a shot a beer and a cigarette?
I just think to spend time only to not remember any of what you cashed it in for
might be a useless way to fill time.
In fact it's a perfect example of killing time.
And there's no need to be murderous just because you can't find better things to do.
When you go home,
what else is there?