Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.
29 July 2012
09 July 2012
Although today is not the correct day
I still feel as if it was the seventh day (for us)
Worried the interesting, but very dangerous, chemical compounds
might just have won the battle today
To be a little more direct
if I may...
The ever so nice death-sticks
have (hopefully) momentarily
destroyed my throat
The always charming
but a bit frivolous: alcohol
has now taken it's toll on my digestive system
and of course lastly, but certainly the very least
for I don't necessarily enjoy everything
If I took any
then it was done in an unconscious manner
but I can feel my chest expanding,
my ears' ability to hear lessening
and the few bits of brain-power that remain
are slowly evaporating.
Although, I might be wrong
I might live to see the morrow
and I might even want to
But for the time being
I'm sweating immensely in a excrement-fillet toilet-stall
unwashable and not belonging in the first world.
I should be happy
I'm even smiling.