Enough

Sometimes I just feel tired
Tired of having to work
Tired of boredom
Though I’m never without something to do
Tired of living in the moment
If only we could replay
The good stuff
And fast forward
Through the murky times.

Tired of having to pretend
Smile and nod
When you’d rather do anything else.
Tired of wanting
Eternally wanting
Tired of so much bullshit
I’d just wish it
And they
Would stop.

Yet for every bullshitter
There’s a sucker who’ll listen.
Tired of TV and the internet
Crap coffee
And having to cut my hair.

Tired of listening to my voice
Particularly inside my head
Tired of my own quirks
Tired of being predictable
Maybe I’ll do something totally stupid
Out of character
For no purpose
Other than the obvious…

Tired of needing money
Tired of spending it
Tired of having to prove myself
Over and over
By the time they get it
They’re gone
Or I am.

And forced to start over again.

Again.

Tired of days rushing by
Tired of looking over my shoulder
Waiting for that cloaked bastard
Just wish I knew how many days
Until He arrives
In case you ask
I’m sure it’s not a She
It’s more a twisted side of Me
Waiting to spring up
And do me wrong.
That’s tiring.

Tired of fake smiles
And artificial lines
And selfish fucks
Thinking we don’t see their ambition.
I’m weary of ignorance
And children disguised as adults
And now I think I’m tired
of writing this poem
Thank God for booze.