This is Moving

I left it on the plane
Back when I was employed
By a nonsensical beauty boy
Who should have lost seventy-five pounds

I got fired after a drought of people
and a refusal to gain the weight to make up for them

The fat man smoked native cigarettes
out in the dirt early; before the sun rose
I’d walk by him each morning
never say a word

I got screamed at for not putting out enough
I met his wife once; it all made sense

Take too long to put out a product
That’s when my confidence dropped
Hours of work told it was wrong, not even a gland
I can’t even talk to fast food employees

I got crucified for being myself
Started going on reddit so I could fit in
got a slew full of Marvel factoids in my back pocket
got a slew full of made-up news in my front
got a mass of emotion I shove in my chest
every single day when I get out of bed
Turn it on once; I turn it off forever
I haven’t changed it’s just the wrinkles on my brain are flat

Gave her all my money
Never really thought she was the one
Just wanted to help out; get a little in return
The return stopped after a year; Kept going back to pills
Now I’ve lived through a marriage, divorce, love, heartbreak
without even a flaming heart
It got hard to start again
I’ll throw out my pennies at girls until a woman comes around
Then she’ll get upset when she needs me for more than a conversation on the weekends

I think it’s healthy you can judge my life until it’s over
Then it’s over and you’ll be back to another one
another plane another square another note
that won’t get read until it comes time to get paid again.
Yeehaw.