LOU RASMUS

I like to
sit in
my chair
and stare
at the ceiling,
while I smoke
some weed
and wonder why
I haven’t found
any meaning
in my life
yet.
I wonder if
I ever will,
or if it’s
all just
a useless
waste of
time.
Maybe.
But it’s not
like I have
anything else
going on.
So I
might
as well
just sit here
and waste away
too.
I think
I’ll smoke
another
joint.