Days Like This

Days like this are the worst.

Days where I stumble around

In states of undress;

Listlessness has made me hot.

Days like this I wish

I’d taken up smoking.

At least it would give me

Something to do

With my hands,

My mouth,

My lungs,

Least the Devil

Seeks to employ me

With his other idle souls,

While I wait

For the universe,

Fate,

Destiny,

To figure out what to do with me...

Days like this are the worst.