Flick flame,
take in a drag to end this
hell of a day.

Chipped my front tooth,
just
snapped right off, and I have
no clue when it happened,
so I probably swallowed it.

And in this lovely, hate filled
Arizona sun
my battery dies. Take an hour for them
to fix it, so I do it myself.
Never had so much sweat
flood out of these pores.

And the store machine was down,
and I don’t carry cash so I
pray that empty light’s
got enough volts to get me
home.

Turn the tv on, crack open
a beer. Wipe my face and neck
with cold water, sit down and relax.

I go through my day and
curse the circumstances.
People say to remain grateful
and think of positive things to say.

But sometimes,
it’s just another,
fu€¥ing,
day.

~kb