I can't stress

I can't stress

Enough or less

Where is my best?

I left it back in 12th grade

Can I find its cave?

I want to pound out my brains

I can't stress

It will never let me rest

Just let me loose

And I'll find a boorh

And sell useless things

And be uselessly

Rested as best

As I could guess

No stress,  no mess

But also no best

◄ The Devil

Comments

Profile image

Martin Elder

Wed 15th Jan 2020 09:13

I love the line ' I left it back in 12th grade ' it fits it so well with the rest of the poem.
Nice one

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message