Simple yes this is frustration simplified

How the **** do the poems that have 3 lines get recognized?!

Even idolized, which is madness

watch my words walk into a wardrobe then change fashion.

Red in fact...the color of love, hate strength and of course passion

It appears I'll get a comment if I end it here...

but I appear to say "**** it" because I'm a lyrical engineer

critical are the gears & nuts of this operation

for this construct Is just a build of my current frustration.