Buried under piles of snow

as Newton’s first and second laws

(though, sadly, not his third) act,

to worse positions, still, I go,

antagonising other cars

by the places I get trapped

 

Failures of inertia and friction

(fucking metaphor for life)

I think: this’ll be a good idea

then, self contradiction,

and arguments follow as to why

I shouldn’t try; I’m stranded here.

 

And all alone I’m stranded here-

I’m stuck like this, aren’t I?

Trapped another evening here;

held prisoner by this world.

 

Seems everything I’d try to do would only make things worse:

into  first, accelerate

with gob in gear in gear, the brain cuts out,

momentum goes, buried by snow,

the cynicism switches on, and neutral’s more like negative,

and forward’s like reverse.

 

So, why can’t you just gag me

or just shut me up some way/

not try to enthuse me

and let negativity go from me,

quietly,

without passing judgement

(this was never a lifestyle choice)?

 

Telling me to lose my cynicism:

how?

For what?

I can’t just stick it on Ebay!

 

It’s just that time went by

and left me here;

I think I’m stuck this way.

 

And in this frozen wasteland,

alcohol’s worth more than gold;

it’s all that warms my blood these days.