112 days after graduating

I’m watching coworkers
co-living with monotony,
they’re married to it. 
newlyweds dead by thirty, 
they die early

this is why 
I spent time studying,
in high school 
I mastered the subject, 
practiced paragraphs 
not pythagorean,

during college I played the game, 
wet behind my ears 
with railroad eyes,
because i knew

when the world withers 
you are left full of 
four letter memories, 
whether shit or love 
is a choice.