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 weed.
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 shit 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