Crash Landing - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I was spending my weekend as a finalist
For the year’s best nihilist
Or the biggest bore
I can’t decide which is more
Appropriate
But as a retired member of the proletariat
My days are numbered
I feel unencumbered
By credibility
Or stability
I have crashed in a region of
Longitude and latitude
Where my dour attitude
Precludes me from finding a way out
Because an escape route
Seems innocuous
If incongruous
Time to face the facts
That I’m beset by attacks
From within
If the betrayal starts herein
Then boring am I