Breakfast Counts
By Post Mortem
I opened up a can of depression today, And poured it on my corn flakes, It tasted good going down, But it repeated on me all day. Feeling sorry for myself, I stared at the wastebasket for two hours, Then I decided it was time to work. I left the office and wandered into the sea of people, Knowing it was time for a diet cheeseburger. Standing in line like a brave new world, I barely chewed the ghastly beef, I thought, 'murder burgers' and tossed the fries. Joining the sea of zombies, I stopped by a newspaper stand and bought a copy of 'Losers Weekly.' I was the centerfold. Laughing, I returned to the cubical of death, And buried my head in the monitor. I suppose life is not that bad? I must remember to use milk on my corn flakes. Written September 9th, 2000 © on Nov 16 2001 03:31 AM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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