Fucking Up, Generally

I’m fucking up

Conscious of it

as it happens, can’t stop it –

like a hiccup

 

Everyone waits for the person

who has a bad temper to self-destruct

It’s amusing, entertaining

Fodder for senseless chatter

 

 

I fucked up my coffee

Sipped its bitterness

Sugar packets slipped me

Rather remiss

 

Fucked up in traffic

An insomniac does not have

The most reflexive reactions

Rear-end you and drive away

No insurance to pay

 

Fucking up various

admissions tests. Maybe a Bachelor’s 

is my pinnacle. Severely cynical.

I’m soulless. No one has ever asked me:

What’s gotten into you?

 

I’m fucking up, so now I’m collecting

coins off the floor. Someone comes

I posed my ready question

“Hey, have you seen my phone?”

 

I’m fucking up. I think I’m malnourished

People tell me with eyes

of uncertainty

to not get discouraged.

 

Straightforward paths 

unite against me to form a labyrinth

Every molehill is a mountain

Errors increasing exponentially

I’m fucking up, essentially

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