Poem: Brothers and Sisters

The Brothers and Sisters

by Me

Like a living robot I wait
and stare
I live to pass time
Doing the neccesities
for subsistance
And the great waiting
Letting it pass.

There is also the fear
of course
the smalls and the larges

Constants too like;
The nieghbors smelling my pot
or maybe my music being too loud
or my mother seeing me at
the liquor store, bar, etc...
or my father
with a new PI tailing me
or the cops showing up
not for any reason
just to arrest me.

And I see all the schmoes.
who i often feel bad for.
And I admire them.
Because they do many things constantly
endure many things
just because.

And I,
like a weak dolphin
who is imprisoned
and his fin droops.
I am tired all the time,
just from subsisting.
I am scared all the time,
just a little,
over trivialities.
I feel every little thing as pressure.
I feel every thing as presure.
pressure.

And the lonliness,
ah the loniliness.
A moment of condolence, please.
.
.
.
Thank you,
That's all I have to say about that.