Why is being the better person good
for me? It doesn’t help me
sleep at night…Ambien does that.
It doesn’t make me a stronger person;
strength is irrelevant
as useful as a bikini on an Inuit
during the freezing winter
in the deepest regions
of the personalized hell
I’ve constructed just for my future.
This isn’t an acrimonious screed or caustic verbosity
just procrastinating thoughts
as he utters the vows.