Steal Away

Let’s get the fuck out of here.

I don’t care. Forget the job.

Screw the money and deadlines,

All that bullshit that’s been giving us

Perpetual bellyaches and

throbbing foreheads.

 

There once was a time when I didn’t plan

Every spare moment to be for

Errands, meetings, appointments, laundry and

Shopping for shit

I don’t need.

Come on, seriously, fuck it.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Bills are just inscribed on a piece of paper.

Credit cards are just shitty magnetic

pieces of plastic.

 

All right, all right. Fine.

Get back to work. I’ll let you be,

With your planned family, your dogs,

A future house in the suburbs.

What happened to the troublemakers

I once knew?

Sure, they say this is what adult life

Is supposed to be like. Painless observation of

Dwindling dreams. Resentment towards the girl

You once thought you loved. Checkbooks.

Mortgages. Car payments. Oh yeah, and

lots of bullshit.

 

Well, anyway.

I hope you feel good about yourself.

Seriously. Fuck you. Fuck you all.

Let’s go get drunk and break something.

Come on, I swear it’ll be fun.

Just like old times.