What's the point really
Of life

Is it just a show
Some type of movie

I'm a good person
I'm kind to people

And what do you get
For that?

Nothing really

Just contentment
From knowing you are kind

And it pleases me
That I am kind
And loving

But I'm still alone

Life is lonely

I just ate a canned fruit bowl

It's a Saturday night

I decided I'm just going
To work part time
For the rest of my life

And live in my parent's home

What's the point really
In working 40 hours a week?

F* that

I'll work thirty a week
I don't care

You can call me lazy

I need my rest

Why do they call it work
Anyway

Not like I "do"
Anything

I just implement
The program

The program that exists
Between the ringing
Of the bells

I would like
A female companion

But I've learned
That the chances
Of that happening
Are very small

I guess I'll watch
Another Youtube video
Again

I wish I had
Fun roommates

For Thanksgiving
I will walk around parks
Aimlessly