Up, I am fed…

Am I ready to end it all?

End this stupidity called life,

Stop writing little ditty’s & play the fife,

Or will I do what I always do and stall?

I am not angry at anyone in particular,

Just in general the world en masse,

So don’t when you read this give me any sass,

I don’t need it, I don’t want it, I refuse to accept it, so there, I pass…

What the hell do I want?

Where the hell do I want to go?

Do I want to live right out front?

Or do I wish to be back where I well know?

Fed up am I,

Wish I had a bottle of rye,

Instead I have the bread,

I got to say if I had both I would actually dread,

What would I do to myself if I were to actually drink?

Would I jump off the precipice into a sea of sorrows just over the brink…?

          © ed ~ 3/25/05