The Last Day

Today is his last day,

but he don’t know this,

he never will.

He starts his day with an alarm,
the tone of which irritates him,

fakes the smile on mirror,

hates his life while brushing teeth,

how colored are they,

maybe one shouldn't be born with teeth like these,

oh gee, these nails,

one shan't be born with them either,

this room stinks,

enough to let me enter hell without a ticket,

what a life.

He bursts into laughter when he switches on the TV,

Its another scandal on air,

how common it has become now,

a scandal free leader should be hanged,

why them, hang the commons,

whoops, the dress is not ironed,

his head needs to be hit with hammer,

how sad it is,

the boss is going to scold him,

a slave should also look like a slave,

it suits,

it has to suit.

He thinks:

"why am I even born,

I suck,

my life suck,

I don’t know how long am I gonna live,

oh lord, take me up,

Just give me a call,

I will join you as soon as possible."

Well,

he forgot to hit the brakes,

now he is lying injured on the road,

he did save one but about to lose himself,

his last words were:

"Why me. Why not him. I could have lived more,

I could have served better. Let me live."