On the front line, you say?
Whoever said growing up would be easy?
Patience
Is never a virtue and
Envy
Is something petty.

Over-indulge
In self-awareness and
Trying to please too many.

Angst? No,
That’s not angst – that’s age.
O Lord, give me a rough childhood
So I can get the medication I need.

The radio is lying to you.
Health insurance. Life insurance. Pet insurance.
Financial insistence.
Perpetual inconsistence.

Gender defines character.
Could I have been dropped on my poor infantile skull?

I’ve grown disgusted, frustrated
From thinking.
Contentment is a formula,
Try not to shit yourself in the process.

Six billion humans can’t all write symphonies.
O Lord, give me bipolar depression at its worst
So I can get the medication is crave.

Give me a tragedy.
Give me a probably cause.
Give me a reason to whine.
Give me a fucking break.

A dying man can still fire a gun.