Setting-Sun Francisco
Where I wonder what I spent
Paying for a service that’ll tell me where the money went
And it’s not just the rent
It’s the cost of living
	Amidst the piss
	Dried on a spray-painted fist
	Outside the office
That’s been giving me the paycheck
To spend eight hours a day
	So that I can say I’m okay
		So that I can defend
		My decision to spend
		The weekend
Connected to cell-towers and play
Video games ‘cause they give me superpowers
And I got friends who claim it’s enough
So I hope they get stuff for their birthdays 
And I hope they get love on their worst days
And, yes,
	Drink champagne when they thirstay

But that’s not my line
No, you know
I got the privilege to wine
My life is fine
But I’m dissatisfied with satisfaction
All my struggles are distraction
In this city built on misplaced passion
This place is a reaction
	To a craving
The whole world’s attraction to saving
Every data point
	I had a date make a point
	That today’s date is just a point
On a line, and the line is time
But we’re all bad at math
	So we wait for fate to disappoint
	According to rules we appoint
Then we curse the graph when the path turns
And take more photos ‘cause a fool never learns

Good thing I’m different
Or just indifferent
As long as I criticize
	The disguise
	On which I rely
I can hope you don’t realize
	The lies
	I despise
	Are my allies
Did I mention my paycheck?
Did I mention my office?
Did you know I get respect?
Did you know I take solace
In disrespecting myself
And hoping my wealth
Doesn’t grow faster than my mental health?
But right now The City says I need more
	I gotta do chores
	Work as a…
		Servant
	Figure it out,
		Pretend I deserve it
And, someday, get to those issues I mentioned before.
	Then I can try not to pout
And think about leaving
This City where it’s always evening.

It’s a lifetime service industry
With no warranty
But I guarentee:
	Eventually,
	This city
	Sinks into the sea
But hopefully there will be
A cloud where you can find me.
And the sun
	Setting right behind me.