One more year ticks by,
not fun how these days fly,
No more tears left to cry,
neither is there a will to try.
Got speakers and headphones,
the one that audiophile adores,
Got a library that never bores,
no time to listen doing chores.
Got that kindle app on a tablet,
A cozy corner to sip the ginlet,
Khalid to Janet, Ikigai to Hamlet,
No patience to read a pamphlet.
Got that Honda, black and white,
Listed places with curves tight,
Got that Honda, grey and light,
Can’t get out and stay overnight.
Got that phone, clicks so clean,
Got that dumbbells, teenage dream,
Got a wardrobe, I wanna be seen,
Now I live in the monotonous realm.
Gave up on the leaves and fruit,
Gave up being the rowdy brute,
Gave up the cheat with the lute,
Now they smell my suit and boot.
Make me poor if that’s being rich,
Guide me to the reversing switch,
I’d rather be haunted by a witch,
than lose life clocking this glitch.