BEAT UP
I beat the record
for the person most wrecked
I beat myself up
and re-fill my cup
I beat off
and toke and cough
then I wake up beat
sweat on the sheet
with tasks to complete
but instead I recover
and dream of my lover
and pull tight the covers
I waste another day
wasted on yay
until the price becomes too steep to pay
but that’s not today.
TOP DOWN
surrounded by the life I’ve been living
without ever giving
myself a break to reflect and take
stock of my progress goals or dreams
their fruition always seems
so far
so I hop in my car
top down
drive around
crank that sound to drown
out the voice that says I’m dying
It’s lying because I don’t stop trying
as time passes
I count my trespasses
but hey, at least I’m not one of those deadbeat jackasses
