That thing I wrote on Friday at 10:42 a.m.?
I really didn’t need to put that on some blog.
It could have stayed hidden
in the journal of sickness.
Twitter might have been better.
I have my heavy, thick dumping grounds.
Where is my brain editor?
Where is my medicine?
I have too many monkeys
in my circus.
Need to pack up and go home.
Please, take me home.