Fuck Your Silver Linings

Who am I
As I walk the road to work
I watch the leaves blow rite by as I tremble from the cold
The same day as the last
The same path the stale air the smell of dunkin donutts as a signal im 5 mins from my job
a job
I push over priced heart attacks on middle aged victums
And sweets to intoxicate little ones systems
Another drink I may ask
How was that steak as I walk by
I could care less if mid rare was well or if the chiken was still frozen
A bad sit com my life becomes
Replace the dead fish then off to work
Chew gum as I tap my pen on the pad that displays your poison so my mind dosnt forget to place your order
Every weekend the same
Every hour the same
A routine
A cycle
What if I didn’t show up
What if I slept someplace else last night And decide fuck this plan Screw this routin
Have a cup of coffie jump on the next train and go somewere new
No direction no plan no certainty youll make it past the next stop without doubt creeping on you and you turning back
What if I vanished
Would it matter
Would the steak come out 1 min sooner
Would the ice cream be less melted when placed in front of the sticky child ripping sweet n low all over the table
would anyone notice
one less sad face in the workplace
it’s a job they’ll replace me
its not like im the only one who can do it
im not even good at my job
then again I don’t like my job
it’s a reflection of my future that ive already steped into
what would you do
who am i.