in a brief moment of silence between the laughter and the violence before my face was caught in brawl after i said what i should not right in the moment of misfortune when i briefly felt tortured right as i felt i was a ******* and then i collapsed down on my *** in that moment of regret why did i say what i have said i should have thought about it first and now my face got stamped with fists but i guess we learn from our mistakes attackers getting dragged away im being asked if im okay of course i am, it aint my first fist-crash i shake it off and start acting like a ****** afresh though his reaction was rather spastic guess thats what i get for being actively sarcastic
about my inability to be serious and how i often come off as an ******* in conversations, leading to unfortunate outcomes. the pseudo-poem written in 8 minutes.