I Guess
Disgusted
with my thoughts,
bored
stupid, I guess.
How a june
bug might
get caught
in my hair
or how a
bird might
poop on me
as the odds
are for it
happening
again
should I
live a while.
I wonder if
or when
I’ll lock
myself out,
get the
stomach flu, or
the toilet overflow.
I'm annoyed with these thoughts,
small and irrelevant.
But they'll probably resurface.
The odds are
for it, I guess.