Can I do better? I think
For probably the hundredth time in one night.
Why don’t I get a normal fucking job
That I go to between 9 and 5?
Wasn’t that what I got my degree education for?
I find myself sighing as another car passes
Without stopping for a sandwich
And two cans of Red Bull.
Am I wasting my life? I think
Biting my nails and scrolling through Twitter.
I think that I’ll start looking
For that elusive career
Just as soon I’ve slept.
I don’t make good decisions
At this time of night.