And I woke up with a case of dry mouth-
but I should say, xerostomia,
with my hand just as sound as a lamb;
And make no mistake,
although I am awake,
I can still hear the busy buzz buzz.
God knows I need respite;
Yet he made me to wander,
and to dream.
And always to falter,
writting this ****** poetry.
So here I am haunted,
by the ones whom remain sane-
chatty, chatty Kathys, back on row three,
Whilst I **** on my thumb;
Oh, just take me back to my quadrants;
I'm in need of my Mommy;
anything but these books that I must read.
I love learning BUT I've found I am only successful at what interests me; shocker! It also helps when I have knowledgeable teachers but hey haven't found too awful many of those. I'm a bit anxiety ridden or maybe a clinical case. Hello nursing school? **** it, I just want to read and write poetry!