Searching for Rest

I’m on the treadmill backwards

Why don’t I turn around?

I’m the king of slackers

Yet I rarely sit down.

I fight for my mind

My time.

It’s fine

But I’m

Searching for rest

Testing my best

Bulking my chest

So I can see her breasts

Unless

I find a way

To stay

Out of the rut

Of the overworked

Rarely perked

Man-whore slut

Or

I will always be poor

I’ll never find shore

The boat will rock back

The boat will rock forth

And this sea sickness

Has the quickness

Of uttering a word

The comparison is absurd

But relevant

60 hours a week

70 at it's peak

To tired to speak

To tired to seek

Yes the treadmill backwards

It’s the only way

It’s a lonely way

But alas,

I gotta watch my ass.