I’m flawed
I’m not a perfect person
God
Is worth searchin’ for
And here I am
Refusing iamb
Earthen bound
Making this assertion sound
Like I’m so damn certain
Like it takes no exertion
Like I’m not so confusing—
The truth, if told enough,
Becomes contradictory—
Not of my choosing— it just is-
This is a bunch of desperate shiz
I’ll keep on writing
The tv flashes like lightning
Fighting for my attention
Burt’s Beeswax lip balm
(Another line of little invention)
But I feel calm
Taking all these wrong words to the prom
I’ma tongue the wallflower nouns that haven’t been brung
And deflower verbs by the thousand
I’ma have a premature interjection (Zounds!)
All over the inflection sounds

11:59 p.m. f— my life!
NaFicWrimo you will not defeat me!!