Hard Times

In this conveyor belt existence
the shit just keeps coming..

God how I hate this place..

These unrelenting shadows
slowly sapping my resolve
to get out of bed in the morning..

So in a flash of defiance
I toss my nemesis
into the nearest trash bin
only for the bitch to ricochet
and hit me in my stunned face..

All the while
the object of my disaffection
grows exponentially..

Mocking these feelings of futility
and hopeless disillusionment..

Now a bloodied mess..

I gotta confess..

I hate this fucking place
even more than before