Laughter In Your Eye

it’s the tired old game
the same alarm clock every
tearing you out of your sleep
like a fire drill

it’s the early winter darkness
the stressful drive
the slow commute
putting the hours into work
with none left over

all you need
is an hour to yourself
to stay alive
but you don’t get it
and some days you never will

it’s the same damn game
the pounding headache
weary eyelids
some nights you couldn’t sleep
even if you wanted to

yet sometimes
you look the jackals in the eye
and spit with laughter
turn your madness on its heels
throw your amusement at the gods
and they laugh with you

as they tear
your soul


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