Stuck in a rut,
aha,
you say
there's always a rut
and one more day

but it's hard to pull free
(it's always about me)

the devil you know
do you know what I mean?

see
it's Saturday
which is a,
it really doesn't matter day
when you're forced by circumstance
happenstance
or ignorance
to labour

I'll finish at midnight
which is ***** or
alright
depending on how it feels.

but I'm not impoverished
undernourished or
homeless
I should be thankful for these
small mercies,

ever had the nagging suspicion that
if you had ammunition
it'd be blanks?

whether pigeon holed in a *** hole
or flying high
the sky is never the limit because we
can go further or is it farther?
I'd rather it was further
but
I'm just peculiar.