the great depression

justification is a bitch,
indeed. the world seeks
clarity of facts.
cynical drunk that i am;

i wonder how to go
about the process
of defying acceptance
by the masses.

if anyone should find,
on a trip to the bookstore,
a ratty copy of the Cliff's Notes
on life, please purchase

a copy for me
and my bumbling, drunken soul.
charity is accepted
along with this large

ball of swallowed pride.
waking up in a world
that holds only
shades of grey;

where does the next
drawn breath through
clenched teeth lead?