**** I’m old as dirt
And I still don’t have my **** in a stack

At least I got life on lock
Better than THAT guy

Fake.

I don’t know what I’m doing.
I can tell my poems are getting *******…
Seems to happen when the night gets later

Don’t blame me for this ****.
I’m freaking tired…
But it could be something else
That is just ******* up how I’m feeling.

At this point, I’m rolling my face
On the keyboard
I’m sure that was pretty obvious

Give me some criticism I can’t handle…
Actually, just **** me.
I think I’d handle that just about as well.

I think about that ****,
But I can’t handle it.
Sticking my **** in someone
Sounds like ****** to the virginity

For some reason, it sounds so normal until I put myself as the
Perpetrator

Old women watch *******
Solid logic.