ON THE 89th DAY, I QUIT
I do not believe
in fate or destiny
or God’s will
or man’s good intentions.
Give me the capricious gods instead,
Dow Jones, Starbucks, Dick Cheney
so I at least know that where I stand on
this stacked deck is arbitrary.
I believe I am destined
for greatness, if only I could
get out of my own way
and stop being so damn scared of it.
“If a man is considered guilty
4 what goes on in his mind
Then gimme the electric chair
4 all my future crimes-oh!”
My kiss is a double-edged sword
and I have slashed my way
through the hearts and minds
of countless innocents.
I curse myself daily
for the havok I have wrought,
the pain I have caused,
the man I should have been.
I regret only not believing in myself
enough to balance the better
with the worse with the sickness,
but health can be so fleeting…
so I regret nothing.
The first Step always tripped me
up, unable to relinquish power
to an unknown god, but on the off-chance
someone’s actually listening,
thank you, thank you
for those who deserved better
but loved me anyway.
