I fidget a bit
I fidget a lot
and then I remember
what it was I forgot
and forget
and
fidget some more.

But it's a sign of the times or it could be my age or then again it could be a fear of appearing on some half-assed stage with a repertoire consisting of nothing but me.

Whatever or whether whatever comes next nothing prepared me for that god awful text.
SMS. Which I thought was a *** thing, haha, but then found it was something not quite the same, anyway
the text came like a platform I fell off a Mario game, it read,
' you're fired, unhired, no longer employed, hope you enjoyed your time with the Co, but now you must go',
**** texts like that designed to lay you flat
well
sod 'em.