The Extent of My Good Mood

18301One of these days your body is going to look you in your minds eye
and say:
“fuck you” — I am not making that protein anymore.
I have decided to introduce a tiny flaw in every corpuscle I produce.
You know that strength of leg that you were so used too?
Well sayonara to all that, your locomotion has been compromised.

That fresh feeling taken in with every breath? Now gone forever
and when I say forever, I mean eternity, bud, this is a one shot deal.

There is no cosmic blueprint, no alternatives worth mentioning.
No justice to be found, only the fantasies of sunrise and sunset.
This is cold hard reality calling, pick up the phone.