Let me lie
here on
my bench
while you
all rush to
wherever it
is you need
to be.
I have good
whisky
in my head
and the
stories I
tell are
better than
yours.

I do nothing,
and time is
much
slower for me
than it is
for you.
That annoys
me sometimes,
when you
are old you
wonder where
all the time
went.
I know
exactly where
all mine went,

every
dragging
second
of it.

I watch
you people
but I
am not
jealous.
What horrors
sit ashamed
in the hallways
of your
mind,
begging to
be released,
growing
bigger each day.
One day
you will
unleash
all of it
in one
****** go.
Here’s the
trick I
learned.

You gotta
release
it a little
bit at
a
time
so no
one gets
hurt and
you get
to
relax
afterwards.

This is
how I see
the world,
full of
powder kegs
waiting
for a
light.
Let me
lie here on
my bench,
I have no
fight in
me
today.