Newlander's world

ETERNAL LOVE
Thank god! I am not insane yet,
The heat will get me soon.
My socks have holes
And they bring some relief:
The sores are there,
After all when one sweats
The itch will remain.
Scratch my skin, will you?
The days are slow, but never lonely
But the nights disappoint me.
I have an alcoholic dream-
Two can be company and sometimes
A crowd as well.
Time has come to shout down
The music to death:
This is not a party, it is living hell.
Thoughts, not always well expressed
They are like the reapers on the field;
The grain is well rounded and fresh, but
Sometimes all you get is chaff.
Cant pick it up still, because
I need to pay Paul to rob Peter.
Laundry is never fun nor is cooking,
Deprivation not a romantic feeling,
Away from home, pine for
Something but a pornographic flash
And stifle my grief.
The king never died, and now
Cash is the king, it hardly matters.
There is no revolution around
Time will while away,
I will fill the fridge
And make it my tomb.