I’M HARD ON MYSELF

Of all the things I can recount

It’s my past that’s hard to launch

Not a dime I spend for such

For It’s all about men’s woes and women’s dues

I can’t say it til it’s time 

Since irksome days crawl like the night

In it I try to blot out 

Everything that seems you figured out

For once I’m on the devil’s side

To foreclose the ruin of my life.

I need you to comprehend.

You know one thing I dare not spit out?

That’s the animation I subsequently want.