and so I’m stoned again
on a Saturday night
just laying around
listening to Frank Zappa
and tasting a Summer Ale
with a hint
of Grain of Paradise
and there do exist
many a worthy cause
that go unsolved
as I laze about
and I guess
I should feel guilty
for all the wasted time
and inadequate effort
but I can’t seem
to muster up
the ability
to give a damn
and I become
a slacker;
generation Xér
without even trying
to be just that
and it is
rather peculiar
but I still find myself
having a good time
and little pessimism
is able to dampen
the goodwill and feeling
going on right now
5-2-98