#PoemADay No.37: Death is a Good Enough Reason To Live
This life is hard, messy,
and take it from a professional sloth,
some days I’d rather lay in my bed,
overrested and stuck,
than get my orders from the Sun.
Sometimes breakfast is lunch
Sometimes I’d rather get thinner
than take thirty minutes to make something more complex
than a bowl of Corn Chex or Raisin Bran,
this brand of death feels better
than the sweat and rejection I know
await me outside my comfort zone.
But the thing is:
if I’m going to die anyway,
why not fight
just a little bit?