Oh how I do
I really really do
Hate opening up my
Phone after what we
Shall call an evening
Of debauchery and revelry
What did I write
And about what and
To whom so if
I did and to
Whom I might have
Last night wasn’t me
It wasn’t me really
And no I won’t
Marry you and yes
I do respect you
Okay I’m drunk
Fuck forget what
I say I’m
Simply sorry for
This but know
That tomorrow I
Will be thinking
That last night
I made a
Total ass of
Myself oh how
Tremendously gloriously grand
Oh shit oh
So the world
Is based upon
Clicks
Clicks this is
What you’re telling
Me just clicks 
Yes its click’s
Listen for them
Hello kind sir
I’m losing my
Shit might you
Help oh no
You don’t know
How then am
I supposed to
Put myself together
Do you see
The existential problem
How are you 
A station attendant
Supposed to put
The world together
Well shit and
God damn that
Looked better after
Three shots and
A puckering lime
I write this
As I’m drunk
To tell you
That the thing
That you miss
Right now as
You read this
Right now means
More to you
Than anything and
Why are you
Even reading this
He/she’s right there
Go on go
Ahead and kiss
Him or her
For who cares
