from, arguably, the biggest
interview of my life
and I have two women
ruining me from end to end.
one won't leave my mind,
and one won't leave my house,
but apparently I am the asshole
because I ordered a necklace
and it came the same day as a Barbie.
if you consider anger
and frustration as a cup filling up,
mine is full and about to overflow,
but if I lose my temper or make a phone call,
I am the asshole.
I have only written 3 to 5 real poems
in my entire goddamn life,
and this is one of them,
so fuck you for reading it,
and fuck me for writing it.