All around my state is a new state,

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–