“functional and productive”
means exhaustion beyond belief
a bloody nose
meal of the day is a small iced coffee for lunch
racing heart and shot nerves
shit it’s midnight already?
sleep is the obvious answer
but that would mean a 10 hour coma
and 12 hour brain-fog
can’t afford that, not in this economy!
yeah, let’s blame society
pointing fingers is so much easier
than admitting this is as good as i get
if you can’t handle me at my best
then you should run like hell because this is it
or, when dysfunctional and unproductive inevitably rolls around
feign concern, kick back, grab some popcorn and a beer, relax
get the best seats in the house and
witness the biggest movie cliche unravel right before your eyes
starring me myself and i
most likely in a bed that’s not my own,
a malicious handful of coaxing voices in my ear,
(not so) gently guiding me to the grand finale
and when the end credits roll,
nobody will clap,
shock replaces applause.