Some
days
I am
acutely
awareThat
you
have
much
more
fun
than
meI
suppose
it’s
not
that
hard
to
believeGiven
my
penchant
for
misery
A Tad Uncouth
I could
never
write as
fancilyAs
many
others
here doI just don’t
have the
talent,
franklyFor much
more
than a
fuck you