For a Cookie

I'll be your friend for a cookie. I'll give you all my cake if this lab report was done. I don't have the energy for this dance right now. My right hand is mysteriously numb. My lips and noes are chapped. Anger lashing down and I tune out. Not present enough to give a fuck. This trip is just building it all up.


fuck

Smash the screen, hips swing and the lack of leg room makes me want to lash out at someone. I can't connect to the disconnect. Times run out. I've got to go ...