*Complete nonsense trigger warning*  ( inspired by my out of tune singing of Smash mouths-‘all Star’)

Hey, now you’re an office fuckstar!

 Bloody frustrated

Orgasms in the office stopped mid-flow,

 then the printer  got jammed,

And made life so

slow.

Everybody

Wants a piece of fame.

 It’s dismal.

It’s shallow.

 still, these waters run deep.

swim off to get away from the look at me’ protestors with their self-drawn, scrawled  picket’.

 frustration

Paper overload.

Jam need more than cursing semen.

I’ve got energy  I need to burn up.

Let me feast like queen-on sushi and haute cuisine.

It’s not like I have nothing to do.

I have a to-do list,

Daisy in the Willows believe it or not.

I’m not getting my usual kicks from turning blue.

I’m talking nonsense cos I’m frustrated.

People are fickle.

So, here I  am

typing — wisely refusing to do any ass wiping-

  I’m worth more than a nickel.

Money is a means to an end

Credit – I’m borrowing on limited time only.

Interest served for  these corporations

Who turn my life into a hang man’s noose.

 Game over.

cul de sac

loopy dead end.

Natural-

no makeup-

Everybody wants  a fake bake .

I failed the pencil test rule

I need to buy new lingerie for own my blushing breasts sake.

sexual and passionate-

extremist –

not a fan of

Being  Laid In.

Nonsense.

Not procrastinating.

look at me

I’m transparent-

Casper the ghost has nothing on this glowing skin.

Free verse

I don’t fit in.—

 there’s no scene

Unless I acknowledge it.

Let me be ignorant.

Insight is turning me into some evil mutant

Elementary.

I’m a music whore — to my very core.

Hell has nothing on me-

Sending tickets to remind them I am the serpent from mythic folklore.

Nudity.

Cover up

 Bare skin

 Shut your taboos up .

I have nothing to hide….

-except for a few stretch marks and an imagined belly that resembles  raw pork in a butchers  shop

Shave my head

Take my dignity

Fuck that.

I’m feeling rather ranty.

So much to do.

Typing shit – I’m probably due my meds cos now I’m on Electric Avenue.

Write to recover from mental imbalances.

I’m feeling better-

my memory’s erased from  CBT shock therapy.

Thanks doc , I brought extra-large diapers,

and now I’m better walking round like baby Huey-

quwackers,

with a

 toddler mentality of a pig.

SOS

Before I get diced into a stew with other mashed up veggies.

*Apologies for this post* 

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