You, are, living in a sad world,
living in a sorry world,
curtains drawn, scowling out
at industrial society.

When you rip, the hair, off of your scalp,
tobacco lung, crusted eyes
and the enamel slowly scrapes off of your teeth;

when you reassure yourself, tomorrow morning
is so far away, you savor time
and remind yourself,
always reminding yourself
you must, not, always, think bags under the eyes...

You, are, living in a sad world,
coffee rationed funny world:
the spectator of your own operation
and self-constructed cynicism,
self-indulgent headache: begging attention.
begging attention.

When you retire from this world
teary iris and self-pity,
remember you staring in the mirror;
remember staring back at yourself.