doodled myth of man

We saw it all through a cracked-up crystal ball
Cigarette tar. Crystal meth.
Pipe dreams of bluffing death
We asked for the over-under on us getting by
While holding our ears to an asphalt sky
Where we heard the echoed reply
Saying that our odds are roughly 9 to 5
until the day we die


I saw this scribbled and scratched on the left wall of an aluminum bathroom stall
a penned epic about the modern man
left next to the toilet paper and crushed-up soda can


if life truly imitates art
as they say
someone needs to stop doodling pictures of turds