Bad boy in the sunday cell

Today, I think,
I am fed up of living

I woke up
After an unpleasant dream
Then I went to kitchen to
See another tragedy.

I even went out of myself
To see the sun
But it was pissing

I stepped in to office
And what do you expect
Of course
Whole 10 days work
Went to shit
I came back home
It was pissing
We took the bus
It was pissing
We got off in a
Wrong stop and
It was pissing
She was pissed off
Although it was pissing
And I'm in this cell
It is still pissing

I am wondering
Among this 7,000,000,000
talkative mammals in this planet
Who is not pissing at me

Today I am fed up of living
And continuous cycle of pissing
I am soaked
Like the word
"Piss"