The world spins by and you're slowly cooling off, so when you've earned a headstone, what will it say?
You'll get by okay, but now you're choking on your daily bread. You know it's not enough and somedays, it burns.
Under a water layer your interest accumulates like sediment on concrete, a dripping heavy monument to hygiene.
And so many fatal essences point you at discretion, you might wonder if you're having fun at all.

Today went by fast. What if I fuck up my credit rating, forget to pay rent, break all my teeth, catch AIDS, lose my job, and get murdered? I'm a very worried camper now. I'm writing my rent check, hold on.