After all is said and done,
I want the coffee stained fingertips
I want the sleep deprived headache
If it keeps me going
Homelessness will be my motivation
For these paychecks are small
And a means to an end
The bleach I use today
Will clean my slate tomorrow
The trap is coming closer
The more trash cans I empty
The more toilets I clean
The more carpets I vacuum
After I take out the trash
And I wipe my brow
I will get to the real work
I trade in my dustpan
For a keyboard
And a stiff drink
The longer I type
The harder it is to get up
I wish I could change my eyes
So they wouldn’t burn out
At 3 am
When it starts to get good
And I make all the bad decisions