I bow, a little harder than usual, over stained desk keyboard,
wondering if I even mean a word
alternating between literature and *******
So directionless, so absurd
Guessing doubles at the tap of every stroke in mind
each ******* met with loathing
and an instinctive feeling
that in this blind city
              the
seeing eye dogs all laugh,
just before croaking,
at how I'm just as ******* blind