Disclaimer: This poem contains strong language and themes of humor and chaos. Reader discretion is advised.

Lost in thoughts of what could have been
As I write it down with my worn out pen.
So many thoughts, so much endured
My time of rest is not assured.

Wishing for a life of quiet ease
Where I could eat some yummy cheese.
Yet I sit here with lactose intolerance
Questioning my life in old fucking sweatpants.

I know it does not quite rhyme
Give me some more effing time!
Sometimes I just do not care.
Give me a break, life is not fair!

Drowning my sorrows in too much beer
Simply because of too many things, I fear.
I do not know what the morrow may bring
Yet rest assured, it’ll likely sting.

Fuck this shit, I’m too freaking tired,
At work, my presence is required.
Homework has got to be a sin
What fresh hell is this again?

A.I. asks where I’m going with this
“I’m just flowing with it,” I hiss.
Along for this freakish ride
By my words, do not abide.

Chaos, my unfiltered motto –
“Potato freaking oon toh-mah-toe.”
Embracing my unruly holy mess
My authenticity, I do confess.

My life, not for the faint of heart
But this life, I do not wish to part.
With laughter and tears, I choose to roam,
In this messy world, I call my home.

My path is oh-so crooked, yet I stride,
For in this freaking chaos, I find my guide.