oh I don’t know what to write right now
the words are jumbled in my head,
I think they’re stuck somewhere between
my frontal lobe and I’m not good at biology
and they’re becoming overrun by
Cops on the TV
and you chit-chatting,
blah, blah, blah-ing in the corner of the couch
with your plain ruffle chips
and the switch switch switch
of the channels on the television;
you never could make up your mind.

I really don’t know what I’m thinking, now
my vocabulary has vanished in thin air
and did you know Houdini’s straight jacket
is now worth four plus four zeroes?
I know, I know
the insanity!
perhaps it’s a sign, I should be locked up
so I could never charlie horse you when
you **** me off or hide under the covers
when it’s rainy or question the sense
of reason of humanity,
how ironic!
oh, I don’t know what to write.