I take comfort in the fact
that I can kill myself at any time
I would never you if I had a plan
to take my own life
never attempted cause I would like
to be successful once
it is just a matter of time before I fucking give up
staycations in the pit of despair
with the thinkpad and the contemptuous glare
inventor of the hole was born twenty miles east
death in flyover, absolute misery
for me, move like mold through ruins
set up lemonade stand in the sewage
post mortem hailed as genius
spent entire life as fetus
out side of time
nothing grows
my whole fucking life
time to fucking die