Has It Come To This? Poem by Jackson Worth

Has it come to this?
Because when I signed up to this cold wind blistery
I thought the wind might bring things,
I thought about but never dreamed I’d see
Late nights of dreamy hazy wheezy mystery
Long lazy days of television ecstasy
Where flat booze and cheap food are consumed
Blissfully.
Then all that positivity
Loses face like naked Christmas tree
Loses value when nothing comes for free
It isn’t and didn’t turn into what it read to be.
Because the red wind got pregnant unexpectedly
And gave birth to deep seeded red faced misery
Never what you want to see
Like a rough tough face waking up next to me
Hung over, sung lover, you were last night’s catastrophe
Like the land lord banging on the door to see
If this month’s rents here, you can’t live here for free!
Promising I’ll pay eventually, for these winds
Has it come to this?