First World Blues

Your head is aching

from the sound of breakfast being made

the micro brewed specialty citra hop chemistry project you subjected yourself to for $9 an experiment really has you down

flip that frown

it got your lame ass out on the dance floor didn’t it and it ain’t gonna last forever gonna take some tv watching on a big flat screen and coffee beans someone picked with their bare hands in a place you can’t pronounce and some other supernatural force ground and packaged in individual cups that God bless you you sometimes recycle

and later the fast food salvation sacrament in search of more salt molecules than our ancestors ingested in a month:

it’s amazing the trials and tribulations the First World Warrior can overcome

the weight of the snow is mangling the landscaping

those bushes you don’t even really like will never recover

and that tree limb is definitely coming down

but flip that frown

it’s just Mother Nature blowing softly on her own appendages

it’s all going to outlast our unexplored death anxiety anyway

The cold somehow stings your skin despite the scientifically tested pampering of your fingers and toes…