I'm standing here
Cursing the sky
With slurred words.
          Damning god
For all that is wrong
In my life.

I'm starting to notice
The people with
Sons and daughters.

         They're covering their
Children's ears
To protect their innocence
From the crazy man (me) that's
Screaming at nothing.

I understand.

      I should
Probably
Do this
Elsewhere.

     No one wants
To listen to me,
And they couldn't take me
Seriously
Even if they tried.

What a miserable,
******* of a life
I must truly live.