The Inedible Pineapple

The vitriolic entity is at an all time low
internally and is at the end of his tether.
his life's portfolio epitomizes a mere quiver.
his actions are inconsequential in intent and
his esteem is low and gives in weak; easily.
He wishes to be everyone else
who has pain more tangible to spell out their fate that is more certain
than being one who floats aimlessly.
He wants to die and meet his Maker
and not bear fighting himself against himself and go around in circles till dizziness sets in;
likening a drunken stupor.
He at the same time is the type
who advances through the malls of materialism
with an aimless countenance
and goes home to embrace his loves.
Still emptiness load the individual
who has everything he needed;
as wants ricocheted through the walls
of his angst-ridden soul that he manipulates
to fill up the rotted trenches of incompetence.
He sits on his velvet throne
and decadent comforts of his home.
Jitter-tapping his fingers
upon the arm rest,
about to explode in affluent comforts
that he never deserved.