Stagnation has set in
and that old friend misery has come around
"sit down old friend, I say
"whats new?"
"Misery loves company
and holding hands is for lovers and aren't we lovers?" I say.
Satisfaction eludes
and frustration reigns.
Heavy hearted I say, "I feel like melting into the carpet, and you?" but misery doesn't answer.
I'd puff away on a cigarette if I smoked in an overly dramatic self masochistic way
but I don't so I eat chocolate and ask misery if there's any ****.
But we settle for the bottle of cooking wine in the back of the cabinet,
"so its come to this, whats next? girdles and bingo?" I say.
Dissatisfaction sets in
and anger wins.
I see a picture on the fridge with his **** eating grin.
There's still beer cans in the trash and on the counter from the day before;
hes in the other room.
Misery and I sit in the kitchen together indefinitely