End of the Month-

It happens as it does, every single month.

Your whole month spent jogging at a steady pace on the hamster wheel.

Love the hustle, the drive, the eagle eyed determination to change.

You won’t though.

You can’t.

It’s actually not your fault,

As the days go come off the calendar picture flip book style

You find yourself bound on a conveyor belt.

No ordinary conveyor belt, this one has chains on top of belts on top of weights, harnesses, and slip knotted binds that would make a boy scout cry.

You can’t even wriggle your bony fingers free to count the moments before you reach the buzzsaw.

That beautifully unknown buzzsaw waiting to chew up your carcass and spit it out into the feeder on the other side.

Such an unknown torment.

Can’t out run it, or even fantasize what life is without it. The buzz saw is a belligerent asshole. He bullies your thoughts and squashes your escapism dreams.

All hail the buzzsaw as it sucks you in hypnotically with its super slick tractor beam appeal.