Relax a Tive

i admit i can't seem to sit still but i'll still try to wry T this tonight i can't find sleep nasally not sinus con gestion but brain con stipation as stupid as that may seem but beginnings of too many poems without endings within me are filled not necessarily because of my recent dietary only drinking beer and eat ing cheese that has stopped me up i just babble yes i do just babble like a brook or a stream or a broken record that skips and repeats repeats repeats scratch that i'm not a broken record flip me to my b side and you'll see or at least hear that i'm here