Spreading The Dis-ease

Roll down the window,

I need a breath of fresh shit.

Assume the worst,

and be amazed to disgust.

There is really no preparing yourself,

no day is without incident anymore.

Action is bad acting.

Everything's a fuckin' hassle.

Tomorrow you'll care less.

How can this nonsense be a tragedy?

What's to feel?

Fuck you

for even making me have to think today.