Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A toast to a dismal future.

Every time
I speak to someone
about the future
it's always
apocalypse this
or Armageddon that
why can't we expect
success and riches
money and bitches?
Probably because life
is not a rap song
no matter what the TV may tell you
it's probably more along the lines of:
wake up
go to work
work all day
hate your job
leave your job
come home to an empty apartment
or a crowded house
smoke weed
get drunk
get married
make a kid
doesn't matter if you love it
if you can't fucking keep it fed.