Considering men of consequence
also sat around scratching metaphorical balls,
I'm instilled with confidence that
may soon be up to something great.
Unfortunately my current gumption is something like
I'll sit here with goggle eyes fixed to a on
bored out of my stagnating gourd,
droopy lizard eyes hanging
I seem to have hired an overcooked carrot to impersonate my body.
When myself is ready to leave February
I hope it to have the vigor to take on my
Pits of sewage have long needed to be raked from
my conceptual gutters.