Neurotic/Cynical #1

I killed a hare during my drive
And did not taste its tender
Flesh
These moments run
Like water from
My vacant staring glassy eyes
Oh that I felt able to
Breathe
The heady breath
Of true life
True life
Reporters came
To take my name
They’re looking for
Someone to blame
Creators of
Reality
They show your death
On TV