The Point


What is
The pleasure to be had
Going to work
Coming home
Going to work to
Fuel the car to
Go back home

All of this interrupted
By dinners with friends
Drinks on the weekends
Inadvertent rhymes
Television, movies
Mirroring all of this

A long, dark, hollow
Bottomless feeding of
Attempts to fill
But it creeps up on you
Out of the corner
And you can't deny it

The worst part is
You can't talk to anyone
Because this joke
Is on everyone

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