A fluorescent light convulses
Throughout the day.
Staccato buzzing desperate
Like the erratic glances at my watch.
Every night I slouch and shuffle home,
A little less starched than before.
My model number four house
Sedately waits for me.
The front has two trees instead of one.
Sometime I want to burn it to the ground,
Other times I just want to paint it beige.
Everyone is waiting for something,
Waiting for their lottery ticket to win,
For that promised promotion,
For that talent agent to come 'round.
I'm waiting on a Chinese food delivery
And for my life to start.