it's the first of February the 1st of the month no worries those who owe me you got to pay me no if's ands buts or maybes addicted to the pen running out of ink tweaking like a fiend up all night on a bench inside can't close the door it's off the hinge socially awkward ain't got no friends see it all clear through the lens introvertic don't blend don't get a long with the kin in the room with the elephant working on my emotional intelligence upon the matter at hand it's relevant as a matter of fact rhetorically straightforwardly metaphorically poetically hypodermically intravenously in the yard not beating around the bush walking across the lawn see a lot snakes on the road water mocks in the boat wade in the water children stay afloat how I got across "I wrote" a thousand then a thousand more stopped at 2020 planned on retiring then the pandemic hit pulled me back in then I couldn't quit hitting licks it's the vibe in me it's reviving put the fire in me can't define me trolls trying to find me haters wanna to line me up 'where's the love" no quid pro quo unrequited non reciprocal I shock it's electrical like the plug in the socket poetries intoxicating it's a drug it's a roach it ain't a bug it's a pit not a pug jump over the fence you gone get bit don't try to run the dog is quick witted every now and then got to pen one for the hell of it I luv this sh** time out ain't no punishment