another glass of whiskey
although
this particular fluid
is a top shelf splurge
another cigar
but this stick
has achieved soaring ranks
in magazines and online
you would think I’d feel classy
higher and happier than ever
indulging in such sumptuous vices
but I still feel like
the lousy representation
of a human I always am
no matter what’s in my glass
or between my fingers
some things never change
and most things rarely
change my mind
however
birds repetitiously eat
the same monotonous shit everyday
but they are chirping loud as ever
Gloomy Forebodings 