can't feel the brush of a touch pain don't make me cry much instead I write about falling tears throwing chairs punching holes in walls falling out of love and in a pool of blood can't handle those breakups not too quick to get involved every a relationship is a problem to solve not enough room to store all the bags of trash we carry around like luggage holding on to garbage like a pot to piss in is going to turn into a pot of gold a chicken in a pot ain't no potluck but the chicken is lucky if it still cluck I got AOP the agony of poetry I'm a poet don't laugh it ain't no laughing matter I never seen a laughing poet in my life tho I giggle on pot then I stop but I don't quit pot it hugs my heart