Work out in my Michael Kors

Humbly feel like “The Shit”

When I visualize blowing my brain

To bits, I sit without flexibility

Stimulating myself by forgetting to

Be busy, I’m not easy, it’s not easy

Stream of consciousness, lead me

To a frenzy, who are I? Who are I?

Bad grammar; are I alive? Sigh.

Today, I considered all the stars

Where I are, in transition; atheist,

Nihilist salvation; I detect forensic

Catastrophizing; shall I go back

Into hiding? For bad food I bleed.