Back To Reality

Hungover,

sitting over a stale beer,

trying to figure out

what to be ashamed of

this time around;

at the same time

trying not to.

Sick of company.

There aren’t many who

share my morbid humor,

making me laugh at

the very fact

most people’s mere existence

is enough to annoy

the living

hell out of me.

My only consolation

is thinking of the idiot

who forgot to turn off the lights

of the car parked outside

below the window

of my asylum.