You know
I’ve got all these troubles,
mostly small, but some big ones
too.
For instance, I still
don’t have a driver’s license
so I’ll have to get that at
some point.
My clothes are coming out of the dryer wet
and I’m out of paper towels
(but not toilet paper).
My knees are sore, who knows why,
my hockey stick is broken and those
things are like 100 bucks now.
It’s too late for the gym but
I’ll go tomorrow.
Then there’s too much work
or no work
no job and no
prospects.
Very little ambition.
There’s no money
and my parent’s money
plus I almost got hit
by a car this morning.
I didn’t get hit,
although I stepped in a puddle
and my socks are soaked which
could honestly be worse.
Now the doctor says I have panic disorder
which explains a lot but does me no good.
I can’t fly-
my family goes down to our vacation home
in Florida.
I stay back with the dog.
Then there’s the bad golf swing, sadness and insanity
but that’s everyone’s problem.
Of course there’s the bad writing too.
Country music.
Electronic music.
Rock music.
Pop music.
There’s 8AM, midnight and 3AM,
false friends
and even the good ones too sometimes,
going out too much or
not at all.
By the way, a bottle of beer is 7 dollars?
Bring back the death penalty.
And it’s almost funny,
seeing all these troubles…
Even though I’m alone I don’t view the lack of
a good woman as a major problem.
But trust me I’m well aware-
a good woman would be the solution
to all of it.
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