when a person goes to shit

when a person goes to shit,

you know it, you can see the way that

their face just melted away---

coming after a breakup, after a

knock-em’-down-n’-draggem’-out

divorce,

with all the passion & lust of

two sweating, slimy

fuck’n’cum’n’fuck’again

teenagers---

still sears,

still burns,

still cuts deeper

(and you swore you’d never do it again),

maybe even worse now that

THE CLOCK IS TICKING

(um, 20 is not the new teen, 30 is not the new

20 & news flash, 40 is not 30 &

no one fucking cares if you are over 40

(as if they cared that you were over 30),

maybe even worse now that all your little

friends,

have bowed down to domestic slavery &

pumped out the rug-rats,

“settling” (dying) right down in the middle of

bumblefuck suburbia,

where their lil’ tribe can

flourish &

your social circle begins to get smaller &

smaller,

just like the burning down of the proverbial

candle---

pits in the face,

alcohol in the veins (sucked up in the vitals like a

goddamn sponge),

letting the hair grown too long (out of style),

reeking of pot that just won’t kill away the pain

that the alcohol only

enhances,

wearing the same fucking clothes

over &

over &

over &

over---

pumping oneself with harder drugs to

piggyback on the pot that

just won’t do what it was supposed to

(goodfornothingdrugs) &

left with the wretch that stares back in the

broken mirror (a billion scattered pieces on the

floor)---

fucked

fucked

fucked up,

shivering &

destitute,

waiting for anyone to pity

in order to have a

human crutch

to pull oneself up on

(fucking pathetic & worse yet,

YOU KNOW IT)---

and to think

the funniest part of the whole horrible thing

is that we humans

never

ever

learn

(so we’ve all been there)---

congrats.