No my friend,
That is not what rock bottom is,
My soul dissents,
Rock bottom is not crying and screaming,
Not tearing down the walls,
Rock bottom is laying prone at night,
Thinking instead of sleeping,
A prison cell only we can see,
Rock bottom is staring stony-faced at work,
Into the face of a furious Karen,
And not hearing a single squawk,
Rock bottom is sitting in your underwear at 2am,
Stuffing your face full of treacle tart,
And not enjoying any of it,
Rock bottom is not aesthetically pleasing,
Not a work of art,
It is not convenient,
It is suffering,
It is purgatory.
WorldofHarley 