The fucking mess
I am the fucking mess
Glorified and In sync
Shit, I can't fucking breath
Choking by all this shit
Shit, I like and don't fucking need
Cluttered like a gutter
Overflowed and trapped
This shit ass mess
FuCk
FUcK
fuuuuccckkk
I'm getting crushed by all this shit like a fucking garbage compactor
Living in shit
Suffocating
I'm suffocating like a bag wrapped around my fucking neck
It's all my shit
Stuck like the year-old nacho cheese in the garbage disposal
Yeah, it's still there
The fucking mess
I'm a fucking mess
Manifestation of maggots on a hard-boiled egg
I'm the egg
I'm the fucking egg
It's all my fucking shit
Shit, I like but don't need
This fucking mess
I'm shit causing this shit
I feel the shit oozing out of my pores like a semi-working soft-serve ice cream machine from McDonald's
I'm so full of shit
You can smell the shit
The kind of shit you smell at a Walmart bathroom
Lingering all fucking day no matter how many fucking times the little lady cleans it-a fucking lingerer
That type of shit
Am I shit, or do I feel like shit
I don't fucking know
No, you do ~E.M.~
- Author: InsaneEnd ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2021 20:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Whenever I\\\'m in my head and overthink, my house is the reflection of how I feel-cluttered.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
Comments1
Oohh, get the Ajax (cleaning powder) out then, and have a good clean-up! lol.
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