Lord Bugg

What’s on my mind?
What’s my grind?
Nothing, nada
I’m going crazy, gaga
I’ve spent my energy like my money
It’s all in my 20s honey
I go to work,
Customers berserk
I go home
To messes I’d known
Picturing it as it is
Developing frustration I can’t dismiss
Like a psychic with a Kodak
Where’s my husband
Where has my floor been?
Why’s your sister eating that?
The basement has a rat?
Spending on adult things that’s no fun
Buy dinner, because my energies done
My minds been busy all day
I pray for bed to lay
I can’t think at all
Because all I’ve thought it all
Now my minds a vacuum
Lost in the void of adulthood gloom