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