The Hermit Of The Condo

he planned a more productive life he thinks about the government and how the years so quickly fly and why the world lacks common sense he rarely ventures out these days he listens to the ticking clock and only rises from his chair when morbid neighbors come to knock they come to do a wellness check they come to see if has died but long ago he passed away for years he has been zombiefied there was no need to bury him he kept on moving through the years concocting poems from the kitchen well seasoned by despair and tears that's not to say he never smiled he knew that things would turn out fine if life's a joke he came to believe the laugh comes with the final line