Believe me, it's not even worth explaining.
My life is static, changing in fact
never in function. My life has
family-channel problems: no sex
or drugs or women or thugs just
money and boredom and tears.
My life is the commercials
of a really great show;
my audience watches on mute,
throwing back popcorn and vodka
trading whodunit opinions
(I hardly blame them for not caring.)
My life is a joke, lame and obscure,
not worth the attempt to explain.
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