of d-keys and blue screen freeze in poetry

the house is full of moths
this keyboard's breaking down
there's bad juju all around
did the fortune cookie lie?

the creditors are calling, to start
family relationships are falling apart
bad omens laying down their subtle art
feel like I'm either gonna shut down
or maybe die

overwhelmed by all the usual secret fears
don't even have the money to drown it down in beers
only minimum wage openings and my ass is in arrears
and I don't even know how to use a cash register
I'd have to lie

oh God
the whole thing is unraveling
oh God
I'd love to do some traveling
forget this town
and move around
but I've only got
a couple hundred dollars to my name

and oh God you know
I have gone and done that before
sometimes I made it work
for a couple years or more
but it always falls apart
it always breaks my heart
and I end up back here
in my family's charity
just the same

oh God
I am sick of this
oh God
there's no end to this
I am lost and aching
at how long this is taking
it's like the fortune cookie lies
and it will not apologize

where's my bolt out of the blue
to save me
when did the odds and the muse
forsake me
where is my second chance
where is my next dance

I'm shaking and I'm lonely
and I don't mind saying
that I need someone to show
how to dig out of this
or to get used to this
and still be myself?
it sucks here
on the shelf