Like a Toucan Every single fucking pen I own
when I start to write
it stops inking!
I I’m sinking
deep into
whatever the fuck this is
when your head perpetually throbs
when your eyes water up
cuz the lies you see
aren’t wet enough
and your nose runs
and you can’t stop sniffing
and you try to follow your nose
---Like A Toucan!!!---
but you can’t escape
so put on some cerebral music
bang your bongo drums
maybe you can come
to the happy place
if not
you feel a waste
so sleep
and hope it’s late
tomorrow
if you wake up