canned laughter

Maybe its all just a matter of realizing where you are?
On the floor or in the air
With the video screen almost all the way off
Flashing green
Spilt milk
Water actually
Bamboo’s doing well
But I’m still sinking like a stone
Empty wrappers and endless repeats
Dirty plates and well made beds
Flagging down respectability
On my knees scrubbing toilets
Cleaner image
Sucking exhaustion
This is the better way?
But I still feel so empty