fuck the doctors office, i want fireball

Some days are better than others

I have peanut butter under my fingernails

And blood in my hair.

I can tell today will become nothing but

Annoyance and anxiety. My thumb

Nails don’t match. And my socks are

On backwards. I don’t know how to

Spell any of the states correct.                                                        

And my car died. The highway

Is full of dbag drivers and

Souls of the dead haunting us

As we take exit 89.

If you shop at the truck stop

You are a fucking creep

The letters in between these

Lines say fuck off dude.

The words that roll of my mouth

Come from the idea of you.

Don’t drink all the coffee, black

Is my favorite kind.

The mailbox is overflowing with

Months worth of mail. No

I don’t check that regularly

Nor do I answer my phone.