Grind

Seventh day in a row
I say having a job
any job
is better than unemployment
but I'm lying.

At work
reading Bukowski:
real poetry.
The drag of life
the grind
the scrape
the poverty shuffle.

I wish I was stupid enough
to play the lottery
or gamble.
I wish I was stupid enough
to hope
for a better
life
or a quicker
death.