03/15/26. 22:33 o’clock

organized words wop bopaloo bopalop bamboom

it'll pass, i know
but right now
there's no denyin'
that i'm dyin', just a little

more and more each day.
it's a common malaise that afflicts the affluent
a kind of gout of the soul,
leaving one's mind tender to the touch

of reason and its attendant responsibilities. It's all too much
this call to action when
i'd rather just
gather dust
right there in that chair by the fire.

Author's Note

No longer afflicted by affluenza;
life is a cabaret.