Swallowing a rigid, prickly gumball,
Riding down a slide made of sandpaper,
Twisting in between chains and shackles made of damp sheets,
Skin overseasoned to the touch.
Weathered, irritable, exhausted, had it.
Powdered chemical cakes and medicinals via stingray-barb hypodermics,
Humans are an unimaginative lot.
Count the good against the bad,
Let's calculate the worth-it hours against the prefer-not-to-be hours,
Impossible calculations.
Now the brain is seeping with regret and impatience,
Is it the chemicals or is it the body's opening miscalculations,
Can't tell the difference,
Let's just agree to let it go.