Sort the Shit Out (Poem)

I can only guess where I’m going
But I know exactly where I’ve been

Eating the apple of discord
Playing my fiddle
Above board

Woe is me
What a pity am I
I’ll sing this song until I die

What was I thinking?
Must have been out of my mind

How can I say the world is against me when…
So am I

Fussin and cussin
Getting shadowbanned

Tooting my own horn
Playing the pan

My mind was a minefield
Full of boobie traps

Setting me off
Taking black naps

I don’t know where I’m going with this
Just thinking off the top of my head

Better to sort the shit out
Than to clutter my head

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