Arg

I can't find my goddamned keys,
the kids are screaming for
McDonalds. They don't even
like the food, just the toys.
They're eating sawdust for
cheap Chinese plastic.
My dog eats organic,
gluten-free while I
consume my weight in
trans fats and punsish with
cayenne-pepper water
and semi-starvation.
Eschewing public events
for Facebook updates, 500
friends and counting but
no one I actually would
recognize on the street.
Hobbies are a luxury,
free time is guilt.
If a clean home is a castle
then we live in a slum
but I can't summon the
energy to change the vacuum
cleaner bag or find something
for dinner.