Poems from sourpuss
i feel weak
like i’ve been too tired to sleep
my worries go unmatched & unmet
but i ain’t tryna sound upset
i just wanna be all the...
Faceless cogs line up for the machine
while the old ones retire to scrub themselves clean;
& as we pour out the door like we haven’t...
I got a brand new mess in this same old head
shit never lets me rest, so I don’t ever leave my bed
Yeah, sometimes I drink myself to sleep...