mates of this state

A fever that won't ever
break,

A zit that never made it
to the surface of your face,

Qualifying in first place
then losing, miserably,
the race,

Running in a campaign
knowing you'll eventually
be voting for the opposing
candidate,

An extremely planned act
of fate,

Passing up sex with her date
in order to get home and
masturbate,

Going to sleep early to wake
up late,

Making his own birthday cake,

Initiating a game you'll refuse
to play-

We are all mates of this state
in constant pain wishing the world
would hurry up and disintegrate
while we perpetuate the things
we cannot change,

Hide our shame and procreate
in order to blame another being
for our harrowing short comings...