I'm tired;
as if some horrible
greek oddity,
some obscure
harpy or
bacannite
stole all that was good
and happy
and light.

Of course,
that's assuming
I had any to begin with.

So while I
copout and
mope, maybe
the infinite will
have mercy
or pity
and bring me some rum
and weed
and anime.

Of course,
I have some now,
but drinking alone makes me cry.