Day’s End

Drunker than a skunkEvery weekend the sameOnce in four, a change

The whole world on hold.Unsure, what am I to do?Stay in; look inward.

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”

Un-deserved mercy. So many people homeless! What the fuck! Why me?

County now on hold.Not wanting people to hurt;but where now to head?

Mental fingers out…Aware of so many souls;each, different view