Sometimes I Shrink

SOMETIMES I SHRINK Back from it all. There are a million bows to tie. Why should I be studious? Maybe if I were a kid again I wouldn’t be spoiled rotten. I never claimed to understand potential. A lot of circumstances could spawn up from nowhere. Right honest you pussy. I bleed buckets of salt. My wounds are corrupt and smell sour. Light me up. I am a lamp. There is a deception here. The trick is smoke and magic. Pay attention before I snap my fingers. The sound of my pen writing is a bird dying. My state is in death. The bath belongs to me. My stench is holding me back. Wash off these chains. Pull them out of the brick and keep going. Tough guy, dust off like nothing happened. Get control of yourself. Accept that we don’t welcome lesbians here. I’m smothered by wool. Most people are three bags full.