Maybe Two

Maybe two


I’ll admit

I create stress for myself

even on vacation

I’m working on it 

“simmer down” they say

Am i that bad?

even the pope takes an angry shit right?

everyone has to worry about something

nothing but truth,

I’m not comfy unless I worry

I envy those who walk without baggage 

how do they do it?

I can make it a day 

maybe two

then she scratches that itch

I can’t stay away 

if i didn’t worry would I turn to putty?

just a guy in the sun and a lottery ticket

leather skin and truck stop sun glasses

split ends and loose change

he doesn’t make a dent in the world 

neither do I lately 

I’m not gonna let it get to me

not today…

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