I walk down my street.
And notice something is different.
I tell myself it's nothing.
I tell myself that I'm just drunk.
From the six-pack of beer.
I drank before I left.
While we watched X-Files.
But I realise there's a tree missing.
And the street suddenly feels open.
And I feel exposed.
So I walk to the other side.
I'm going to a gig.
At a pub where the beer is expensive.
It usually costs me.
At least fifty.
Or a hundred dollars.
To be able to enjoy myself.
When I go out.
But I haven't worked in a while.
So I started at home.
I've tried before.
But I just can't.
Have a good time.
Without being intoxicated.
It makes me more self-conscious.
Than usual.
To try to have fun.
So I get drunk.
And this makes me feel.
Like I think.
Normal people must feel.
All of the time.
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