We all know what your problem is.
It’s the fucking time of day.
We do try get blind to it.
I wouldn’t want anyone getting mean with you.
But you are flung open
a wardrobe, vulnerable on its back.
Incontinent with your mental content.
Gone past verbal some way.
I don’t even like you or know how you
ended up being the most honest specimen
to end up in my cursed playpen.
But thank you for all the crap, which has sincerely helped me.