matte brown camaro
blue-lasered was the iris
staggering forward

burrito supreme
glows slightly beyond my reach
as if pulled by string

constant break-taking
to numbs my sharp annoyance
making me go slow

I have to eat that
even if all else suffers
eating must come first

ever afterwards
if this task can be managed
asses could be saved

future discounting
despite respite I observed
lacking agency

every day matters
distraction infestation
mucking in my mud

lots and lots of doubt
mustering up so little
to grab this cuisine

ambushed by parrots
they carry me underground
surprise rap battle

coming up roses
its a slow death in quicksand
with extra dingus