I fucked up.
I just said I was ready
But then I paid more attention
Now I'm terrified
This isn't a good poem
I don't have that much energy
Ummm. fuck I'm anxious.
I'll try and make a rhyme
Give me time
My minds vicious
A protective totem
Fuck I'm fried
Body stiff with tension
And more than a little unsteady.
I fucked up
This poems shit
I'm still posting it
Coffee? I'll drink another cup.
