Observations From A Crowded Place

Unimaginative people make me s i c k
or at least sad.

The only thing worse than golf,
Is enjoying golf.

The only thing worse than Disneyland
Is going back next year.

Happy people make me sick
Sick people will not be happy because you took them to the princess snowglobe.

I’m not really sick, that would be an overreaction.
But why do little kids have phones
They’ll probably just smash them

Rotting for way way too long in a
dopamine haze of simulated action
But I do the same, not even a habit but just kind of trained.
I bet my creativity’s been shot all to shit
and shrunken down to a fraction.

I might be bringing this on myself again
Oh malaise
Oh tragedy
This fevered week has favoured me
No longer will I be ill though, I’ve resolved
Non-terminal, decidedly
I can still be a jerk if I want but I’m definitely not wasting my vitality
I’m an angel dancing on a pinhead
with insane, black-hole-strength gravity
I’m touch-and-go and super-hot
exactly
like an induction stove
from now on.

I am the only tolerable person on this
god forsaken BC Ferry
And I have
zero sickness
and zero tragedies.