I walk down the misty streets Trying to find me something, Sometimes I feel like a hit and miss I go back home I seat near the lit fireplace It’s near midnight It’s getting late My bones are crumbling The only sound I hear is the fire crackling.
It’s near 2 o’clock I want to eat However, my legs are weak and I cannot get up Turn on the television News roundup The type of stuff I never pick up “The crime was a setup” Oh god, where has humanity ended up?
It’s near 3 o’clock My patience is out of stock Now that I started this… I'm locked down Trying to resist Not everything can be resolved with fists I could try to make myself a list Nevertheless, there is a twist I cannot coexist With me.
It’s 4 o’clock Should I get a drink? There is some near the sink I drag my sleepless body to the kitchen Oh god this place stinks Stinks of cheapness, shoddy I could drink it all in a blink I embody the alcoholic.
It’s 5 o’clock I am neurotic, Psychotic, Idiotic... I always hated this behaviour Quite so hypnotic I have been told I was a failure Now I taste the flavour Of misbehaviour Of which I savour I am no saviour.
It’s morning I have work I have this quirk And I don’t know why now I smirk I guess I avoid it But the thought still lurks Now I sit here destroyed Maybe now, Unemployed.