I cannot tell a lie- things are tough. Have been prescribed ani-anxiety pills- Am not sure what is happening to me other than writing crap poems.
Crap Poem #1
I don’t care if Tim wins or loses,
I don’t care who Davina chooses,
I don’t care if Marco is gay,
I just want to feel okay.
Crap Poem #2
Dogs can just poo and be everywhere,
Birds can just take off without a care,
Cats are too cool to have a name,
So why are humans born with shame?