this is a mess,
not quite wax poetic,
don’t know if i’m coming or going,
and pretty sure I don’t get it.
Been Facetiming with friends,
and running for miles,
taking an absurd amount of selfies,
with an absurd amount of smiles.
Don’t know what’s ahead,
or if i’m riding solo for life,
been writing crappy songs on the piano,
to accompany my strife.
This poem has to end,
cause there’s profanity on the way,
but thought I should mention,
that whole “taking the high road” thing,
that ends today.