Waking up is the worst decision you
make when you spend a day in hell.
Choices seeming wise soon turn stupid
when wrong after wrong pile on like
never-ending pounds of fresh sh*t.
Liar you may call me if you’ve never
met me but I advise you to believe the
obvious truth that this is the worst end
you could have on a peaceful sun’s day.
Best intentions and past assistance mean
nothing to those who witness
false first impressions without intent.
Assumptions they’ll make are the fault
of their own and nothing on you.
Just smile and forget their small-town
minds and remember that somewhere,
sometime, the day of tomorrow will arrive.