Nov 2020
half a cup of coffee,
with two-thirds left in a day,
one-thousandth the satisfaction,
when I chose this fractured way,
only a quarter of my attention,
as I rifle through it with my hand,
no longer pain and only numb,
now I'm only half a man
with two-thirds left in a day,
one-thousandth the satisfaction,
when I chose this fractured way,
only a quarter of my attention,
as I rifle through it with my hand,
no longer pain and only numb,
now I'm only half a man
Just a sad little ditty I thought up when I was looking through old Stoichiometric chemistry homework that ended up in the burn pile before moving. Fractional coefficients get me sad, but so do other portions of this thing we call life.
