THE COUNTDOWN

the dastardly deeds and insipid needs

are worthy of the sum of my every whim

and if you can count to ten I’ll tell you to

turn around again and leave me

alone with personal

problems and subjugate me to being alone

when all I have is myself

I take the time to scrub the floors when all I have

is ticking clocks and plenty of schlock to read

on webs of lies that stretch for miles

and I feel myself drifting from sleepless to

a comatose relationship that I have with myself

and if you can count to a hundred I’ll pay for the

meal that we share with myself

to make each other just begin to realize there is

no other

breaking walls and stacking shelves with

everything that I have no good place for

in place of learning a trade

so if you can count to a round thousand

I’ll be there for you still counting

when we both are in our graves

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