Sad Sad

dear 3-piece suit
and your guttersnipe of a psyche,

natural life is not at your disposal
you don't control anything
you are a sad sad circus act
speaking in tumble weeds
drying fruit on trees
with a single glance

for my future
you would have me
get in line
to get included
and pay you now
for an uncertain
tommorow

rots of ruck