the monotone

sitting around
no place to go
there is no one to talk to
there is no show
my cigarettes
just might last
if i dont drink whats in my grasp
work broke me
right from the start
left me enough to do my wash
but i dont even have motivation
to drop those quarters
at the gas station
i could write
i could draw
piss all over the bar wash room wall
heed to your beckoning call
go live on a reservation
crap comes in many forms
in gut wrentching eyes
in s**t storms
its on your prick or your toothpick
open your mind and give a big one
rambled down a languid path
remembered no good things could last
foot steps to be blinded had
and fell right straight down onto my ass
comedy when at its best
much like breathing
glows in your chest
continuesuntil nothings left
but the reverere to take a rest
pretending that you did your best
but yourself you know better
with any luck you'll know it could be worse
and always will be off course
that there is nothing to know
but what you do right now
people they will never change
the problem you know will grow deranged
forget about the ordinary song you wrote
and treat tomorrow the same