2010/05/19

Malice - 2010/05/19

Staring in the mirror with only my face staring back,
Wondering why the alarm clock couldn't cut me slack.
It may seem clear I need a good shower and a shave,
Yet all I can do is give the world a one finger wave.
Face to face what a story this ugly face has to tell,
The end of which tells me the world is going to hell.

Driving down the road behind fools ignoring the lights,
Making up time by passing jackasses seeing the sights.
It may seem clear I have an anger problem as I describe,
The message I would use automatic weapons to inscribe.
What a pathetic shitty story this traffic has to tell,
The end of which tells me the world is going to hell.

Coding so fast that jets of smoke billow from my ears,
Rather pointlessly as one solution is worth three jeers.
It may seem clear my priorities are wrong as I relate,
Details of the artificial drama that I cannot subjugate.
Each and every email is a chapter in a story I now tell,
The end of which tells me the world is going to hell.

Coming home is frankly the best part of yet another day,
Where I sit back and relax and escape the shit of today.
It may seem clear my life is a paradise after I pass on,
The joy of my lovely wife, my cats and my half cut lawn.
Each evening serves to contradict the story I would tell,
Providing constant proof that world is not going to hell.

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