Dead Broke, Heavy Lifting, Numb, and Low-Life

dead broke

Nothing
No coins
No credit cards
No assets
No money
Nothing to offer
And nothing to sell
No one will pay to fuck me
No job
Dead broke
Potatoes for breakfast
Potatoes for lunch
And potatoes for dinner
Potatoes for dessert
Faucet water
Hand washed laundry
Jump the turnstile for the train
To go nowhere
Here comes the Metro police
And here comes the train
There I go
No coins
No credit cards
No assets
No money
No life
Dead broke

heavy lifting

I am a heavy guy
I'm 6'3" and about 240 pounds
That's a lot of weight to carry around
I don't carry all of it though
I think I lug about 115 pounds around town
The other 125 pounds others carry
My girlfriend carried the bulk of the errant 125
She carried about 70 pounds
My brother carries about 30 pounds
My friends 10
And my grandparents the remaining 15
It's a lot of weight for them to hoist on their backs
Especially considering that they must carry their own
Recently my girlfriend threw those 70 pounds back on my shoulders
It is really heavy
I'm up to a cool 185 now
And it's weighing me down
But it's also making me stronger
When I get strong enough I'm going to ask my brother for my pounds
And then I'm going to ask my friends and my grandparents to return my fat
And then I'm going to bend my knees and lift with my legs
And carry all of that weighs them down

numb

I have never felt
At least that's what I tell myself
My heart is broken I think
But I did not feel it shatter or its pieces sink
I have never felt and I do not feel
Happiness I think is real
I know how to mimic people who say
That happy is how they feel today
But it is numb
It is not genuine, it is dumb

low-life

I am not going to amount to much
That's what she told me
My dreams are a waste, they're too tough
My ambition is weak
I was told that I am a low-life
Societies most dreadful and bleak
A magnet for ridicule and spite
"You will be nothing, no one to seek
And you will miss and regret not having me around"
Maybe I am nothing
And maybe I am a low-life hound
A person of poor character and of nothing
Someone who deserves humiliation and antipathy
But what I know for sure
Is that I won't succumb to apathy
It has to matter what I have endured
This barrage of judgement about a life
A life that I am still living
A low-life, a scoundrel that no one will ever love, you are right
I am all you said unforgiving
You were only wrong about one risk
I am going to "miss and regret" not having you around, you say?
I only regret that you exist