Deprivation

Yesterday,
I was living vicariously through other people.
Secondhand.
Giving praise and reaping the wheat.

Today,
im sitting in the pew of a house built to god.
Still huffing on secondhand smoke
sharted out of someone else's ass.

Tomorrow,
I will give existential despair personification.
And I will give that lazy bum a job
cleaning port-a-potties or digging graves.

Yesterday,
I sent my insecurities out to sea,
a message in a bottle confirmed that
they were doing fine without me.

Today,
I gave my sexuality an allowance
but found myself severely in debt.

Tomorrow,
repetition will take control,
and I will forget how to start over...

On this day, I sold truth for a common obscurity.
Life gave me lemons,
and I mixed them with gin.