judge-mental

ostentatiously adult
bedecked in possessions
and concomitant stressors
wasn't it supposed to
make you happy to
buy Shangri-La in a car
toothpaste and
pig snuffled truffles but
all you really own are
resented obligations
unquenchable desires
and the growing dread
of infirm loneliness
run the numbers
count the cards
you gave up everything
to get here
how does it feel