Thursday, January 22, 2015


1st, you need a
reason for existence.

I wake up one morning,
feel like such an

*ugly human being.  Do I
care?  Of course I do,

trammeled, as it were
(I so hate this part)

I think, pummeled as I
am (I so hate this part),

with every other fist
in every other sea
(the great blue sea)

along with all of the
fishes of this heresy.

*idiot, a miserable failure,
rotten to the very core.

Dare I care?
Of course I do.

(At least I think I do.)