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