The Type of S**t That Keeps Me Up at Night

Chicken will always be chicken
Even when my children have children,
And I am as dull as this life is.

I hope death doesn’t drag its feet
And meets me before I give in to madness.
I think about it often,
How chicken will always be chicken,
Even when my children have children,

I don’t look forward to anything;
It is all momentary,
And all at once, things tend to blur together,
Becoming the same.
I believe it’s all the same.

The chicken, the lust, the rush…

And at last…

I’ve accepted my fate
Even when my children have children,
I’ll be as dull as this life is.