It’s a tough deal we get

 

Ends meet and mouths feed

insects crawl in the dark kitchen

I’ve fallen asleep before the butter’s put away

 

At home at last

I’m very quiet

and work makes me very tired

 

Long commutes and gas prices

the car is getting old

 

Hope I’m not late tomorrow

 

I wonder about being wealthy someday

and in my greed and obesity

will I find loneliness

or companionship

within the pockets of my own fat

 

I wonder about people close to me

growing old

and dying

 

I wonder about children

and will I someday be an old man

 

The television makes the bedroom blue

the clock says I’ll be tired in the morning

 

I’ll be tired after work