doodled myth of man

We saw it all through a cracked-up crystal ball

Cigarette tar. Crystal meth.

Pipe dreams

bluffing death

We asked for the

over

under

on us getting by

while holding our ears

to an asphalt sky

Where we heard an echoed reply

our odds are

roughly 9 to 5

until the day we die

I saw this scribbled and scratched on the left wall

of an aluminum bathroom stall

this penned epic about the modern man

left next to the toilet paper and crushed-up soda can

if life imitates art

as they say

then someone has been doodling away

pictures of turds floating in the sky