my job is trivial. helping pigs pretending to be humans.

my home is heartless. it's where i sleep at night.

my girl is forever blind. she'd love me if i choked her.

my god is simply watching. he says he's done his part, i'm on my own.

clamoring, meandering.
meaningless and trite,
I'm purposeless tonight.

hoping for indifference
cause it'smuch more comfortable than this hoplessness