sleepy on the shift almost opened up the bag
dumb of me I had caffine and extra adderalls
busy day at work but thats not a good excuse

lol that was yesterday I survived til clock out
stayed alert and away from writco
then went home and had tons of nose fun
but it wasn't really all that fun

still up at 7, its bright. another shift to work
my lymph nodes hurt and I keep on sneezing
it was not worth it, not at all. I'm an idiot
hours typing a business idea to just erase it
my passionate dream jobs change every week

24 hours later, same shit new morning
fell asleep typing that last shit I'm pretty sure
woke up 10 minutes before my shift
I don't know if I can call this shit poetry
i repeat the same shit then click publish
I've been writing this shit for days now
idc still better than yall fuck yall I'm the shit
I'm the coke god, the goblin, I'll save poetry
who am i kidding poems will die before me
shit

this poem is shit
you guys probably write better shit
but shit won't work out for us poets today
shit I spend more time on reels than reading
shit like this

why is my gut telling me not to publish this shit
my gut doesn't even tell me to take a shit
probably have a cancer or some shit
ok I'm done no more of this ....
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