Who's kidding?
The world kinda *****.
a lot.

Pardon my melodrama,
but I feel justified
as the Greeks were famous for it.
And I'm straight up feeling like Apollo.

Because:
I've given up on the usual moan-and-groans
of a daily wake up routine.

The sun a peeled tangerine,
tasting so sweet and new,
and is too far away to really care
when things become navy blue.

I just want to radiate like that.

And I'm absolutely going to.

No matter how much the world *****, I'll keep ******* on that tangerine.