Loser Blues

Too tired to be alive,

too busy to be dead;

one of these days,

I’ll put a bullet in my head.

Too stoned to think,

too sober to drink;

there’s a mouse living under

the kitchen sink.

Too mad to rest,

too driven to be lazy;

all these damned women

are driving me crazy.

Too young to grow old,

too old to dream;

I’m coming apart

at the fiery seams.

Arsenic kiss,

LSD visions;

too fired up

to make smart decisions.

Sex crazed, drugged up,

on poems I feed;

slice me open

and watch me bleed.

Guns blazing,

middle fingers flying;

tired of living,

tired of dying.