what did i do last night?
good lord
that felt like
a three round fist fight
with me in the middle
of two *******
trying to **** each other
face down on the pillow
i'm up
and trying to place it all
back
into some sort of
something that
makes some sort of sense
and i think i write poetry
because i don't have time
to write anything longer
cuz it all goes
to drinking
smoking
drug abusing
and cruising
around the city
feeling pretty
after a day
of not
sitting in a chair
letting my emotions rot
but anyways
i gotta run
flee
go get
what i want
and be
where i need to be