Sits on the roof watching birds and planes go by
lights up a cigarette and let’s the phone cry
Counts his money along with the debts and
asks god why?
Weighs his religious inclination against the practical possibilities
then re-frames the question to “if an omnipotent entity who manages all exists, then why mismanage a poor guy”
Lights another one only to put it down. The inner voice goes
“you’ve been wheezing much lately. CANCER! DEATH! Your end is nigh”