I wrote stupid shit
about an allegedly stupid chick
who then seemingly mixed me up
in a mired mess of switched internal crimes
that chimed time and again for a matter of minutes
that mostly made my head hurt. It would’ve been humiliating
had I shared the affair with anybody.

I did not.

It made no sense
and I made out like a wet blanket who couldn’t understand
what was going on.

I didn’t stop, look, listen long enough
to make head nor tails of what it was
so I just bowed out
and escaped it all.

It’s better that way.

It’s definitely better that way.