i often wish for some kind of relief
from these neverending insults and wishes
and my lack of faith in reality
makes me look like an enemy
of that which i aspire to be
more rich and brilliant
bold and happy
it seems i’ve bought into the lies
to remind myself
that there ain’t nothing but this word
that keeps the lights going
is worthy or even true
is it wise and profound
oh god i hope not
these are the things i think of
that’s all i know
as i await to stand again
beside that toilet bowl of glory