I don’t know what to do
I am swimming in glue
I can only find one shoe
and it was stepped in poo.
I desire to write my feelings in prose
speak of this borderline stuff, I suppose
but when I do anxiety grows
and rhyme the only thing not froze
why can’t i just say it out loud
Hey y’all I’m borderline and proud
of this thing… my burial shroud
which always attracts a similar crowd
so many ignorant of their own big , black cloud.