Oh, Joy

Oh, what a Wednesday this is
Repeated processes
Repeated defeat
Time and time again

Oh the joy, of another cigarette break
Stood in the rain,
Trying to read Tolstoy
Whilst others read Heat

Oh the wonder
Of all these nationalities in one small town
Some paid equally
Some not

Oh, how my artistic talents
Go to waste
With my brain clogged up to the hill
With worries about where my next meal is coming from

Oh, I am glad to have no friends
Most people are dumb
Most people are imbeciles
With one eye on the next celebrity

Oh, do I regret anything?
No.

Should I let it bother me?
No.

I have my music, poetry, films and books
It's all you ever really need.