Chopsticks on the subway floor,
Fried oysters for lunch,
Thursday morning was filled with battled thoughts for punch,
"How will my day go?" I wonder,
"How will my life go?" I ponder,
My phone needs to go for a slumber.
Temporary highs, and all time lows,
I pat myself on the back for still standing up after several blows,
Life is a bitch but so am I,
so bottoms up,
Lets try not to die.
