when you become alone

Shut up, you'll never make it till
                          8 o'clock
when inevitably you have to get up
and eat
       or drink
and drive to this place
where you'll die
                  briefly.
But now.... shut...
keep rolling cigarettes
till 6 am and having scotch
until you've got no more reasons
to roll cigarettes for
keep watching porn
stiring your head
becoming lorn
writting poetry
feeding the cats
the housewives
the madness desires

And shut up
when you arouse
      wasted
        or mad
and you'll drive
yourself to work
and see
and eat
and bunch
all this things you silently prefer to
shit on to
so you can
at 00.00
regress home
and so
do it all back again