I'm going to write a poem to relax.
I've never done that before.
Usually, I get myself all keyed up.
I try to squeeze the orange.
I get a drop or two of water from the stone.
I wax on and on like peanut butter on the sternum.
It's really a bunch of horseshit.
I had to insult myself at the end just to make it
have a punchline.
Why must we insult ourselves?
Is it some cheap, super cheap
like Motel 6 on a rainy night cheap
form of humility?