Aye, Matey.

Where have my intentions gone,
gone away lost with the wind of a
wayward soul a
meandering ship captained
by a drunken sailor
screaming for mercy from the depths of his
chirrhosis- scared liver about
salty rum not curing his
insatiable appetite.
Well me neither.
Lately nothing cures a hunger and
greed I have for the clock and
nothing hurts more than hearing the
piercing tick tock
in its mocking tone
as if to say,
"Hey diamond dust, you lose,
I win. This is how it is on this
downward spiral."
Spiral down, spiral down,
on second thought,
It's really more of a 360 foot free fall
with only your nose to
stop you.
Somebody make sense of this
madness of life.