"...party of one"
 

 a fitting end to another daily drone
 I eventually meander my way back to the "same ol'"some home
 lawns of green strewn left and right
 ...suburban mentality ...gotta keep your shit tight...

 garbage cans lined up neatly on the curb like littered like a brood
 previously seperated... so-as not to intrude
 to me the very premise, though sensible, seems crude
 surviving their daily lease on life
 prozac and the paper... work/home... home/work...
 ...it all comes to a price

 overhead a spinning ceiling fan
 ...out of balance, it gently swayed
 I remember I was watching the ant races
 ...and listening to the hiss parade
 thru the dead of night,  "Alive!!!"  the shot cried
 ...and that's how I learned what it meant when they say that somebody has died...

 you can pay for it with blood
 you can spend it being a jerk
 you can lose it amongst a thousand hours of work
 you can change it - rearrange it
 take it into your own hands
 mold it according to your own personal "master plans"
 you can taste it - you can waste it
 you can dangle it on the end of a rope for all to see...

     ...but,

                   "Please leave your mental baggage at the counter, sir..."
      and, "I'll take your jacket... you won't need it anymore..."
                                                 ...for no matter all you've got in your life...
                                                           ...you won't get out of your life alive...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        and,   "...sir, please step through the door..."
           "...next..."