A Day in this Fucked Up World of ours

By Blood Saga

Too early to know for sure:

Open your eyes, it's still dark outside.
The numbers are still a blur, even though they are lit up
for your convenience, with an artificial glow.
No one can tell time anymore.
This is why you hate the winter months.
It feels like you haven't gotten any sleep at all.


Yet to have coffee:

Enjoy your breakfast.
Jack off to the woman on the syrup bottle.
A good day so far, you suppose.
Better than yesterday, worse than tomorrow,
right?


8:30am:

Have coffee.


8:45am:

Stuck in traffic, gives you time to think.
You're on your way, to a place you despise.
Five days a week you toil away here.
And on the other two, you're completely lost.
Your time isn't better spent elsewhere,
you only wish it was.


9:10am:

There isn't any parking left.
No one would notice
if you parked in the handicapped space.
You can come up with something, after all
there must be something wrong with you
if you're still here at all.


1:00pm:

Lunch.
You like watching people
out enjoying their day.
And you wonder if they look at you
and envy you, the same way you envy them.
Every last detail planned to the second
by the people who give you just enough
to survive.
The women in the park, housewives,
out for a bit of fresh air.
They might envy you.
But really your predicaments are quite the same.
Except that at the end of the day
someone will come home to them, someone like you,
someone who loves them.
And no one awaits your return.


5:40pm:

You fizzle away brain cells
as you watch your dinner spinning 'round.
Brightly lit numbers counting down each second,
until you're allowed your meal.

5. . . .


4. . .

3...

2.

1

END.

Finally they deem you worthy.
Pull away the plastic.
Perfectly portioned excuses for food.
Just like the kind they served in prison...
Remember?


8:25pm:

WARNING: DO NOT take with alcohol!

...unless you want results that is.

It's just a little something,
to help you get to sleep.
Maybe they say that because then it's harder to figure out which one you're more dependent on;
the wine or the pill itself.
Maybe you don't want to know.


10:30pm:

Watch the news and try to fall asleep.
What was it that they said?
"Worse than yesterday, better than tomorrow."
Right?



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© 2009 Blood Saga
Published on Wednesday, July 29, 2009.     Filed under: "Comedy" and
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  • A former member wrote: I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing. keep up the great work!

  • A former member wrote: Was it on purpose that you exchanged the 'worse than yesterday better than tomorrow' at the end..? Anyways this was a writing one can say better than yesterday, better than tomorrow--thankx for the laugh this afternoon.

  • Rowan On Friday, March 26, 2010, Rowan (202)By person wrote:

    That was epic! I laughed so hard because it's all true!! Oh my god, I'm a microwave goddess lol

  • Phalanx On Thursday, November 12, 2009, Phalanx (677)By person wrote:

    Misery loves company and sometimes the guests are funny. Nicely done, got a good chuckle out of this one, thanks.

  • A former member wrote: hey.... what kinda syrup do you use?

  • A former member wrote: Do I know you? Where do you work again? I think I work with you! No! I think I do!

  • Spiritus_Frumenti On Wednesday, July 29, 2009, Spiritus_Frumenti (341)By person wrote:

    I can definitely relate to many aspects of this...-l-

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