Biding the time

by Winjer

it was the post teenage years
that did it
those few years when
you know you’re a man
but still feel like a kid
whn responsibilities come
fast and thick
but help is nowhere in sight
the cogs of the machine will grind
and gum up with your entrails,
if you’re not nimble, and
as I found out, uncaring
then you lay low,
waiting for your moment,
the time to announce your existence
once the smoke has cleared, and
everyone has settled down
to boring lives of walmart and reality TV
you sneak out,
crawl out from under the rock,
sure you are forgotten,
and quietly live your life
under the bottle, but not the thumb

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