Everyday struggle

Cracked thoughts
from a torn heart
and broken soul
FALL
on electronic walls
like
a needle prick
from a shot of tar
going into the arm
nothing to get stuck on
it makes you puke,
we all have
dirty little habits
we take to the grave
smoking, drinking, or thinking
take your pick
generating
real and fabricated emotions
in order
to deal
with being alone
in a crowd of smiling faces.
Listening to WHISPERS
from somewhere
beyond the moon
perhaps mars
or even the oversized rock
Pluto
HEAVEN
maybe HELL
cause paranoia
during
MY
Everyday struggle
trying to find a way
in the digital age
to get: sex, drugs and rock "n" roll
without death and taxes...
just have a little fun
but
laughter with the mad hatter
at his coke party
leads to disaster
end up
mumbling to myself
sitting in the park
wearing no clothes
under the sun,
with a twenty two of steel reserve
to strengthen the nerves
to deal with
coming down from
an unnatural high
trying to find a faster way
to make that C.R.E.A.M.E
but no one believes
in the written word
to do to them as you want done to you.
OH LORD!!!
what is a human to do?