What A Do?
I stay up late
and post these poems.
That's the only time
I feel it's right
to do so
because I can justify my poems
as sleep deprived me
trying to be aesthetic.
It really isn't just the
aesthetic
though.
I write what I've been thinking about
whether
it be sugarcoated
or plain for you to see.
This one,
though,
I'm writing in the day.
It is currently 2:24 pm
and I'm looking over what I posted
about this time this morning.
This is what I do almost
every time
after I've posted
because I usually think
"Oh shit,
what have I done?".
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