Strife

I feel tested,
Warm and congested.
Utterly pestered
By life’s
Contests of strife.
After pinching out
A highlighted soap drama follows me,
I just want to be free.
People are busy
As much as
I am lazy.
Is once enough?
Push and shove
Until the yellow light turns “red”
Dead ahead.
Bumps and gashes cover these slashes.
Not happy or grateful or sane.
Trying hard to refrain
From jumping in the open salt water,
And drown in the sea.
Loving and Hating what is;
What will be.
A two-double sign,
Clipped doves wings
And severed paws.
How far can this old dog go on?
I’m covered in fleas, ticks, and a sneeze.
Loving, yet the world seems to throw my shriveled carcass down
High ‘cross the town.
Disappointed and disgruntled.
Grumpy and trumpled.
Barely awake in hot pink clothing.
Rolling on by the hot, dry,
Crematorium.
Where all my inner hopes and dreams
Go
Bye Bye.
Fuck this dripping lube tube.
I am the stupidest woob dufus to ever be rude
And complain,
‘fore I gain
Absolutely nothing.
Is my presence
A being of billowing hair and neglect?
Why can’t I fully wreck this life/
All it does is pile with loads of
Strife
And more Strife.
Battling my weak senses,
But my nose is pretty good.
I can smell from miles away,
Zoom in on my prey
And devour alive any lug, zip, or pride
Hidden deeply inside.