Why I hate life: an exercise in insomnia

[rashind]

leaf shadows on a wall become a host of charging horses to my bloodshot eyes
the blackest bile boils up in the back of my throat
the open air is freezing, while I lie drenched in sweat
deep thoughts weigh heavy on my mind, thoughts without purpose
determinism is unknown to nature; that is left for human societies
how could we believe in heaven when every road we pave leads to hell
i'm an american with american problems
i'll just wake up tomorrow and complain about the party affiliation of the current spokesperson for the corporate states of america
then i'll buy a soda and add another inch to the beer belly that britney spears sold me
and if i should die before i wake, there's always another consumer, my place to take