The Main Character

The time of day is off the clock, I feel like my lunch is eating me, I need to fuel up my push-bike and get promoted at unemployment.

The sky came falling down tomorrow, and this water tastes like chicken, the traffic is jammed on an upside down footpath and my sprinkler system is burning everything it touches.

My ice-cream is to hot, and beer is still growing, the radio’s picture is all messed up and my teeth aren’t picking up the right transmission.

I’m going home to an enemy’s house, and climb my way to sleep, I hope I daydream some loud music, and cry myself uncaring.

Hello.