I went to work today, even though I could barely drag myself out of bed.
I did payroll and data entry and manager stuff, even though I wanted to get back in bed and pull the blankets over my head.
I went to dinner, and the library, and I came home, even though I wanted to run down the street naked and screaming.
I worked really hard at being sane. Did you see me, pretending not to be crazy?
I imagine you in your not-heaven
sitting on a chair made of clouds
drinking a pint of the angel's piss that passes for beer
turning on the TV into my world and watching me zombie around
and I wonder if you know.