Jul 2019
I feel a sharp twang of the beast stirring.
Why rear your head now? Why disrupt my joy?
Leave me be. Let me take a ******* rest.
Let me have my sparkling moment of peace.
Why rear your head now? Why disrupt my joy?
Leave me be. Let me take a ******* rest.
Let me have my sparkling moment of peace.
Disclaimer in case anyone I know in real life reads this(hi Jodie, hi Dave): no this poem is not a cry for help, I just felt briefly down for a minute or two. I already felt better by the time I finished writing it. I probably just needed some sleep.
