powerful dumb

i have no fear of death

i’m not particularly concerned with my life expectancy

possessing the prescience of mind

if and when i reach 75

i will feel powerful dumb

as i tally the amount of time

i have spent in line at starbucks

on hold waiting for a customer service representative

watching television commercials

sitting in traffic

logged into a pseudo society online

listening to politicians lie

writing student loan checks

forcing a faux smile to an asshole

and feel i deserve

to be flattened by a speeding bullet train

into a scraping trail of bloody offal

for my cowardice

for failing to truly live

for accepting coffee and credit card offers as a substitute

for wasting my life