Intertwined Mishaps

Your misguidance in life
Directs you to nowhere
An eternal emptiness
An early grave
If you're lucky
Your lack of ambition
Makes you unworthy
Of taking in valuable breaths
Breaths that someone
With hopes
Dreams
Goals
Could inhale to enlongate their lives
While yours is wasted
Rolling the paper
And sweeping the broken glass in black bags
Of your late night binges
Alone
A sad excuse for a human
Since that requires a heart
A soul
Which neither do you have
Apparently
Since you have nothing to live for
Except that half empty bottle
Of Jack on the table
I would say it's half full