Alienation

Wake up in the morning at six o'clock.
Drag my ass into the shower.
God damn hot water heater is fucked up again.
Just another day for moi.
Another day, another dime, more monotony.
I do the robot everyday, all day.
Reminiscent to that thing from the 80s.
Hard to believe that was ever hip.
And after all that coffee, I still have blurred vision.
Blood shot eyes. Must be emotionally drunk.

Hop into the car, turn the ignition,
With ringing messages of leftists
Bitching how I'm ruining the ozone.
Fuck it, so I say. They can all go to hell.
What has the ozone ever done for me?
I'm driving along Interstate blah-blah-blah,
Missing exits, radio incoherently blaring,
Signs reading blah-blah-blah,
And I think to myself, "What a fucked up world."

I arrive at work. More of the same. Shit.
Copier doesn't work. Presentation due in five.
I kick the hell out of the machine, but it just wheezes more.
Wow. God must really hate me.
Presentation goes bust. Don't get that promotion.
Guess no vacation for me again this year.
The office owns me. I hear voices.
They are telling me that I'm a fucking idiot.
As if the whole world was surreptitiously keeping that a secret!

Five o'clock. Time to go home.
Car again. Missing exits. Signs read blah-blah-blah.
Still have blurred vision. Hit a man in the middle of the road.
Run over him because I just don't care.
Cops see it. I get pulled over. No one cares about me.
Charges will probably be vehicular homicide.
Pull out a gun. Put it to my head. Fuck this world to hell.
Shoot at the cops. They fire back. I get hit in the neck.
Bleeding profusely. Suffocating now.
But what the fuck? I was suffocating already before.
I know I'm dying. This is merely the last day of my life
Flashing before my very God-damn, mother fucking eyes.

Well fuck.