how it is

in my ashtray there is plenty

of cigarettes butts and insulin vials

that's the reality

we can pretend it's different

that I have so much more to offer

that I am so much more interesting

(let's agree - for the sake of the argument)

I can pretend that I am interested

that I care

that I give a shit

(supply my little green insulin

I will pretend I am indifferent)

and then tell me

I am wrong

I am mistaken

if you wish

I can nod

I can agree

I can be duly

to all of that

'there is so much more in me

that I can offer'

and now

- like a good boy-

pass the orange one

...

there there

that's how

it is.