Two dollars in my pocket
three inside my skin
that burger I'd bought
is settled safely now within.
Unless I feel a misfit
I'll be stuck here in a spot
well-rooted to your halo
like a dirty little dot
and if you think that I'm damned
well let me tell you - I've seen the light
instead of being comforting
its a burning globe of bright
and what use is a pillow,
all the medication you can avail?
the bad dreams they are heavensent
come they will, without fail.
If I were you I'd walk a mile
then quietly walk some more
see all there was to see,
watch and learn,
open my eyes & walk out that door-
then atleast I'd know that even when
there was no meaning to be found
I searched for mine
instead of buying theirs, 


queuing on a line.