i woke up today,
drowsy and irritable.
another long night had passed
filled with
strangers and booze.
the room displayed an assortment of misplaced items
a labyrinth translucently veiling the events
of the previous night.
i spot several empty liquor bottles
smashed
the broken pieces glittering
in the harsh sunlight.
a sigh of relief escapes my lips
as i eye the crumpled condoms
mere inches away from
the trashcan.
same shit, different day
nothing ever changes.
i think of the many years
many days
many hours
i have left
wasting my life away
with cheap whores and bottles of liquor.
fucking, and drinking,
and writing.
i look out at the morning rays
bursting through the curtains
and hear a rooster crow
marking the start of the day.
the absentminded and shallow
lives
of this world
will be rising soon to work their
menial 9-5 jobs.
and i sit thinking,
picking up a stale beer from the floor,
drinking to ease my hunger
or at least to help me forget about it.
abruptly, i began
laughing maniacally
at this god-forsaken world.
hysterical laughter
between gulps of beer.
me, in dirty old clothes
with tobacco-stained teeth,
relishing in the fact that
i have it so much better
than all the fools out there.