The Side Table
i put my brain on the table beside my comfy chair, and start typing…. try to appear normal on facebook, that is the goal…. oh shit, they’re on to me… oh well, maybe i’ll be normal tomorrow… tonight, i wish i had a drink and a drug that made me happy, if not normal… what? no likes, no likes on facebook, no likes anywhere… ain’t no like, even my puppy whines as i type that, as the room fills with alone.