Reels upon reels!

The world is a pond

And I am a fish out of water.

Though I have gills,

I’m a land lover.

My blubber is not sufficient cover

From the weather’s indifference.

A queen bed feels empty without a king to rule alongside.

Plop me in front of the television

Because I feel like microwaving my brain cells.

Is that toast I smell?

I am the meat between two soggy buns.

Roadkill for the buzzards to fawn over—

Rotten at the core.

Beached on the shore

Like my gargantuan ancestors—

Smoking a cigarette with my blowhole.

You know I’ve seen some shit—

Ashes.

Ashes.

I fell with the devil and his henchmen.

On the way down,

He told me my life was a lie.