new debate a slew’s date– when does it arrive I don’t know I’m in a hive of angry bees
leave me alone please I can’t hear my mind to write this
poetry and if I don’t then my babies won’t eat,
fuck this stress, so much indignation to propel off my
chest, I think I failed the test of composure, not sure what my range is,
barely a rover, pressure now that I’m a homeowner, oh..
looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight, too many new sentences to light–