Every Day I Hate Myself
I set my dignity in the styrofoam-lined storage chest
and lock it
inside
Soulless, I strap myself in my steel-framed carriage of death
Unblinking, I proceed willingly down the freeway of devastation to the factory of failure
Today is the first day
of an infinitesimally smaller purgatory of pain and humiliation
than yesterday
was the first day
of
I beg the electronic card reader for approval
I prostrate myself before the system
Am I good enough to suck your dick today?
