My Word

it’s not worth the toxic air i breath
this noxious mix of raw debris
asbestos and carcinogens
molecules of oxygen
these old habits they die hard
like rasputin and captain picard
our sun is just somebody’s star
mapped out and followed on nautical charts
there’s a million other worlds out there
desperate alien girls out there
space invaders asteroids
and i’m stuck on this rock breathing this poison
it’s not worth anything at all
these words they come easily
these participles, similes
past imperfect, present tense
waiting, hating with bated breath
and compliments are cheap as dirt
for an extrasensory introvert
i know what you’re thinking