Me, Now

I'm thirty and single

ride public transportation

rent an apartment

one debt shadows me

otherwise I'm free

I wear and prefer cotton

watch too much TV

still enjoy video games

I read magazines more than books

watch the weather

hoping for thunderstorms

I can earn twenty,

maybe thirty thousand a year

but the jobs are fleeting

So are the women

I still date

finding a match

seems nearly impossible

 in this metropolitan city

My hometown

Like me, is pretty laid back

I can't live there anymore

thanks to abundant pettiness

and inevitable domestication

While some envy my lifestyle

or see me as stronger

in my individuality

others simply cannot relate

their lives being symbols

of compromise and long-term responsibility

When nobody calls for days

I can relish my isolation

or dread it

I have friends, acquaintances

most just don't take me seriously

Perhaps because

I don't take life seriously

I can be loyal, empathic

moderately reliable

But without a car

a career

the expensive version of freedom

I'm just another outsider

with an opinion

just another guy

without an agenda