you post your meal and I'll post my fear you go vacation I stay right here you can evacuate I will just stay up late worrying about exactly what I know is heading straight this way my bones are hollow they have no money in them my palms are sweaty there is no cash to dry them i am haunted by the fact that there's a little hope mixed in there with all my stress twelve pieces in the wardrobe shoes are ten years old just like the pair before these sense the over arching theme dead end road not a whole lot of hope but what's there bothers me eating cheap and feeling cheaper sun is the free air conditioner public service so good it will make you appreciate a water heater let me offer you this condolence at least you're alive hey at least you aren't homeless at least you don't have brittle bones or insurance or debt or a funeral plot you don't spend hours within their grey walls and so we award you not enough dollars and yeah maybe your walls someday will start rotting and sure we know replacing them is costly pour oil into the storm give it the strength it needs make the winds madder than ever take this roof from me infinite industry infinite industry your bones on the clock your life is the fee wear me down they say cog in the machine and I think that fits accurately we have internalized the failure we have gentrified the future polished mirror surface unfamiliar creature you have been assigned a dollar value. if you exceed it, you're the problem. if you become rich, you're a god now. if you feel down, then you can stay down. somewhere between on the linoleum and under the ground