A Poem About Nothing

I ate the same breakfast as last morning.

I ate the same breakfast as every morning,

and I felt nothing.

I ate the same lunch as nevery afternoon.

I tried a new place for lunch today.

I still felt nothing.

I had my first job interview in months.

It seemed like an exciting opportunity,

Like I could go to some exciting places.

It seemed like it went pretty well.

It certainly went somewhere.

I still felt nothing.

I went to the restroom. In the stall

Was written “don't piss it all away.”

I felt that it was pretty deep

For men's room graffiti, anyway.