I didn’t make the bed.
I meant to take the dog for a walk.
I forgot to take the garbage out.
When I went to the store to buy some milk
and bread I ended up spending
all my money on lottery tickets.
I was late for work again and they promptly
Years went by and I forgot everyone’s birthday.
I couldn’t afford to pay the rent so out the door I went.
I found a new world living below the surface.
I lost my dog.
As I walked the sunken streets at night
I came to realize not even death wanted me.
november two thousand thirteen
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