Unscheduled

is my life

never occuring

as it should.

I’m not one 

for planners

or agendas

but I just want

(deserve dammit)

for things to appear

in order,

in line.

No more 

“If it is

meant to be”

bullshit.

I want 

sweet distant eventual

in the 

barren bitter present.

I want (deserve

demand desire)

my winning prize.

This cosolation 

This pittance

of my needs

useless.

  1. pikolasfarleo posted this