Lately

and lately
everything frustrates me
the coffee spilling on my pants
the cigarette ash blown on my shirt
the morons around me
the apathy in their eyes
that scowl
people not holding doors open for other people
douche bag honking at grandma crossing the street to hurry up
people not making good on their word
me me me
blah blah blah
fucking alex
get out of your head
because this anger
gets you nowhere
where you going?
nowhere.
whats a guy to write about if he ever becomes completely happy?
no one wants to read happy, self serving bullshit.
you all want blood
you want a fucking riot
drink, sex, heart break, anger, love, passion, electricity, struggle, war, destruction and pain
somebody needs to do something
i can hear my typewriter whimper at night
shes lonely
misses my fingers
my stiff fingers dancing all over her
the coffee cup circle
on my desk
sits empty
i hear you baby
just hold on
i'll be back soon
soon enough
and i'll fuck you
like the worlds going to end
like my last words will be on you
but
i'm at a peak now
but on the way down
it'll be sweet to write about