Circle

I wake up, and start my morning by downing
four red bulls. I achingly get out of bed,
check the time to make sure I didn't over
sleep and miss work. Then I turn on the
T.V., that's if its not on already, to
watch the morning news, and make sure the
world didn't blow itself up. I go to the
bathroom and see what part of my insides
my body wants to give up. I wash my hands,
take my pills, feed my beautiful black
kitty, read a few paragraphs of the latest
book I'm reading. I check the time at
various times thru out the day until its
time to go to work. I take a shower, dry
off, take a shave, sometimes before or
after the shower. I kiss my cat goodbye,
get in and start up my little red honda,
varoom! varoom! choke! choke! ba ! ba !
varoooom and off I go. If gas is low
I stop at the circle K, get some gas,
buy a pack of cigarettes and another
red bull and than off I go, varrooooom.
I get to work, check the pass-ons say
hello and goodbye to my relief and
begin the routine until quitting time,
so that I can start this whole thing
all over again, and again and again.
Its a merry go round without the merry,
and it goes on like this until that
fated day.