पोस्टमन रिंग्स nice

a few moments of megalomania are allowed per fiscal year,
some scented candelabras
and some herbal therapies for your washed up dogs tired of old routines.
Then comes the vacation in cabo.
Then the perfunctory scrape with serpents of the deep.
Then rest. Stop.

Dreaming and scheming
leaning on the future for sunshine and
receiving brine in a cup on your doorstep today
or acid wash down your throat at your cynic-fest by the watercooler
bros before you can touch your toes at 80, before you're dead you realize that you should have breathed deeper at 40.
Poor you. Sue your aunt and uncle and then bewail the lack of family values.
Bill O' Rightsey, suck on a falafel.
Winged beast of anger and froth do yo freakin' wurst.