The Rest of Your Life

Adults try to relax and watch TV.

They don't get enough rest,

but they're cozy with the slight haze

that sleep-deprivation brings-

it's almost like being drunk.

They fill up their closets

they fill up their trashcans
and they fill up their veins
with merchandise.
They tear down their barns,
and build greater barns.

They're nice enough.

For exercise, the adults walk
their codependent dogs over and over
and they put the food pebbles in the dish
and they put the tap water in the other dish
and they all play fetch
until the dogs drop dead.
And then they get more dogs
and then the new dogs die and
then all the adults die.

And maybe the adults don't go to Heaven
and maybe they don't go to Hell.
Maybe they go to a place with a big TV.