The Store

Somedays even going to the store takes more than I was born with...

They should sell motivation right next to the bleach
on the eighth aisle of the grocery store that has everything
I need to get by: deodorant, detergent, diapers
and death, probably from longterm chemical inhalation
of various substances that I pay to pick up, put in a bag
and bring home to my family, spending all my money
all my time and effort, using all my neurons
just to keep the socks white.