All Week Even

by dbdevilliers

gonna sit here and try and
think of something clever to
write about but the
words don’t come for a change and so I
write about how the words won’t
come for a change and it’s just not very clever
since what do you say when you don’t think
since what do you think when you don’t feel
shame since if I could write something it’d
make me feel better
usually does
then again I’ve had two cups of coffee and though I am now
unemployed again and not especially happy I am no longer
hungover every goddamned waking moment and
though I don’t enjoy things very much at all
it turns out that I so very much would like to remain here
on this earth alive and all anyway
so I suppose that’s enough complaining for one afternoon
and there’s another halfway meta-poem by
remarkably unremarkable self-styled poet xx xxxxxxxxxx
thank you ladies yes I will be here all day.