Futility

I've been sitting in this chair for years
With the TV on, but not important.
I've stopped paying attention;
It's nearly white noise in the background
As solitaire flickers on the screen.
Meanwhile responsibilities, duties, chores
Pile up like traffic on the 101
And I'm just as stuck
As the driver in the blue pick-up
With no A/C and a broken radio.

I've been sitting here for years, unchanged.
From time to time it all threatens
To crash in around me, but
With Houdini-like agility, I keep escaping
That which I should ultimately face.

I've been eating hemlock for years
Almost knowingly - what care is self-destruction?
Eating and eating but I have yet to die.
Maybe I'm like the goat:
Able to swallow with impunity
That which should destroy me faster
Than a rainbow disappears.