A Sudden Death of a Unexpected Roach: Smashed by a Slipper, Fallen Victim of Overdose induced by The Asterisk-Exclamation Mark Combo

* There are too many games I've missed to play

* There are too many books I've postponed to read

* There are way too many movies I've ought to watch

* There are too many concerts I've failed to attend

* There are too many excuses I've so marveously invented.

! Too many time faded away. 

! Alas, the regrets. What a petty recluse of mind.

# a cliche!

$ So what? 

* All because of the manner in which I used to tell myself

I have work to do, 

So much work to do,

* I have just one more page and I'm done.

Almost... so far,

$ Well are you? Really?

* I have to sort the meager shit out

Throw it far away.

Cherish the time.

! Alas, it was given forth to

! Everyday pastimes and chores.

^ A rather ridiculous means to fly.

^ While the wind vigorously chimes.

^ Like a cosmic, scatterred brainfart.

! And all I had to do for all this time

In order to appease this voice in my head

! Was to stay focused for 67 days

! And on the day 68, I will be void of all self-loathing

My heart would be beating at a tolerable rate.

Calm down the hateful spite, solid gold on my plate.

* For this voice, telling me to devote my time to the noble task

'Twas true, I need not walk astray.

* But I divorced myself from reason and ambition,

It seems, years ago, maybe even ten.

^ I've grown a sore ass, a loser, even a spiteful little man,

^ Looking how others were spending their time,

^ Bragging how they enjoy life, and enrich their careers.

* All the while I've spent this valuable time on creating lists 

And hunting daydreams

* On playing this feeble type of midgame of mine, 

In this silly fairytale land, made of bricks and imaginary maps,

* Counting, procuring, drafting constitutional reforms,

Crushing invisible armies of rivals and enemies.

* And still, this was all in my spare time.

! No actual videogames involved, keep that in mind.

* My, o, my, what a fool I was, 

Mind me, what a fool I still am

Holding on to this childish premise

That everything will be eventually atoned.

^ Truly you should be entertained by all of this,

No, please, be my guest,

! For such a true representative of my kind

I should not deserve anything less

^ Than a decent slap on the face

^ I should be actually laughing at myself

^ Laughing till I pass out

* Yet I am not.

^ Never found that driver’s license on the aforementioned parking lot.

? Random thought,

$ Spam.

! Now to go back...

! I am actually much inclined

* I have sight, but for what, I am blind, 

! As I don't grasp upon experiences that unfold.

* I am deaf, and dumb, and gasping for air,

* And all the strength I've invested is now depleted 

And sold.

^ I hear the little birds chirping the daffodils, 

^ With their pathetic little beaks and their leafy gnolls

^ Gather the juniper twigs from the ground,

^ Making no sound, at bay, in this winter cold.

$ Be so kind as to note: it is 10th of July.

[You should not be getting these lines too seriously,]

>>>> S T U P I D I T Y  ______  G A L O R E <<<<

[Obviously you have not been told to shut up before.]

*!^ There is too much work to be done,

# So be gone.

$ With all the cheese in stake and a nasty salami cake.