Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Broiling underneath quasi-white flourescent;
Sweating out insolent revenge fantasies.
All Id evaporating into the distant fish-eyes of an unknown beholder
Cataloguing and accounting for every unused second
Breath inspected, urine analyzed, and listless mind discarded
Every move a toil, all efforts strained
under a Crushing Weight.
The Losing Battle is only another gasp for air.