All nice guys come with a catch. It could be something small like a poison dart, or something huge like a drunk driver coming towards you in the opposite direction. The point is, it's there, and it's fatal in the end. You are going to be wounded by it, and you will suffer. The only thing you can do is expect it and swerve at the right time. If you're the kind of person who likes to ignore all the bad things, then the least you can do is tell yourself that you knew it was coming after taking the hit.

Bored at work

The leaves - they sparkle yellow and green,
Like the absent words on my computer screen.
Into its depths I stare, I fall,
Waiting to hear it's siren call.

I have no office, I have no home,
I do no work and write no tome.
My life rolls down this rocky path,
Tempered each day with a hot bath.

The stink of rot surrounds my face,
I plead with God to hear my case.
God replies,"I am not here today,
Get out my child, go and play!"