A Brief Treatise on the Wasting Away of Everything You've Ever Loved

the happiness comes
down the pipeline
as you guzzle gallons of beer
and vodka, whatever gets you there
to that place, where you don't
even have to think
you just speak
even if it makes you sound
unintelligent
merciless
incoherent

but hey you've got christ-like wisdom
i thought i did, too
until i finally met the Christ
and all my truisms
and jargon rapidly disappeared
with any sense of "self"
or accomplishment
or as Solomon put it,
"a chasing after the wind"

don't mistake my annoyance
with contempt
i don't hate you
but when you open your mouth
and talk about how you crave rock n roll
it makes my skin crawl
because i remember the old days
when i would beg, borrow and steal
from everyone and their "everythings"
for just one more
punk rock fix

it was all meaningless then
and it remains meaningless now
i just pray that you figure it out
sooner or later
but it will probably come to you
one way, or the other
and when it comes to you that way
all you feel is pain
and sadness
and regret

best of luck.