Cheese

"that's all you've got?
pathetic."

and i barked,
"wait,
baby,
i have other things!"

and i woke up,
an indeterminable amount of time
later,
and my jaw was really sore.

and i started to ask myself,
what other things do i
have?

then i stopped.
and i asked myself,
"why are you asking yourself
things? who's gonna answer?
will anyone answer? and if so,
will it be an answer that merits
thought?"

then i stopped,
again,
and i asked myself,
"who are you, that you feel so freely in
your derelict state to question
yourself?"

but finally,
i
said,
"who the fuck is this?
who the fuck is asking me
these questions?"

and there was no response.

so i walked outside. and i found the nearest
homeless person. and i gave him
83 dollars. and he exclaimed,
"what the fuck? is this
a trick?" and i said,
"no, man. it's 83 dollars."
and he took, with
no more questions.

and it was then that i realized,
when you've got nothing more to lose,
you stop questioning things.
you just masturbate,
and look at the scenery,
and hope that you don't get eaten
by a rabid dog
in your sleep.