How are you today?

I’m sick of it!
I’m sick of it all!

Sick of being oddball
Standing tall when there’s no hope at all.

Sick of rhyme!
Sick of this mind, sick of the ABC rhyme scheme!

Sick of it.
Done with this shit.

How else was your day? Sounds like a lot is on your mind.

Yeah, there is, but I’ll be fine. Lost in algebraic equations, my mind
Needs to unwind, maybe find a diary, write each line down.
Maybe just need to cry.
Maybe die.

Hold on now, let’s take it back to the beginning….
Can you talk about your weekend?

Sure, went to church, said I was a demon.
Went to the gym, out of breath breathing.
Went to the store for no other reason then to get some damn
Eggs, and coffee for breakfast, maybe some cereal.
And what I really want to say, I can’t.


I am just ranting, you know me well by now, been thinking about smoking again.
Releasing the anxiety through smoke filled lungs,
Breathing in those toxins, those sweet, sweet toxins.

Need oxygen.

What else is happening?

This rhyming thing…what the f, when did it come to be so predictable?

Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme

Yada yada had the lobster bisque.
Fuck it.

39, damn derelict.
Thick as a brick, with this uselessness.

Fuck this shit.

Ok, time to end for now.
Keep breathing.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His new book is Train of Thought.