Breakfast in Hell  #129
 

You took a blunt axe
to my mental wellness
left me
in isolation to scavenge
through Grey matter

You pledged devotion
then left me
stranded in a foreign
bus station

You tore me open
claimed you
had band-aids

This morning
I threw my lust
for living in the trash
I stopped
by the drugstore
and picked up

The answer

I would turn in
my business clothes
for a crisp white uniform
but I'd rather be
in a doctor's
waste basket

I have no vacancy
so the devil slept
on the floor last night
kept me up all night
Playing cards
and force feeding me
insanity

I called in sick
to work today
so I could make
Satan breakfast

He likes his eggs runny