There was a mix-up
In the galaxy tonight

*** coming my way
Didn't arrive

I went through a
Series of emotions

Arriving at
Pathetic

As usual
****

How do I get here?
I get out the endoscope

Nuanced
*** really
nuanced? Sorry

And look way up
way up what?
what do I have
To look way up?

This notion of butthurt haunts me
Keeps me from my familiar choices

And that is an approximation
Of this spin cycle of *******

I am number six



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