F**k

how are we here

thought we were clear

things were good

knew where I stood

but the ground’s collapsing

I’m relapsing

my qualifications are nil

it’s making me ill

got nothing to my name

only myself to blame

my presence a stain

living’s a drain

feel like I’m drowning

head keeps pounding

tired of this cliche

can’t keep these thoughts at bay

what am I supposed to do?

feel like I’m screwed

don’t have a direction

just a deadbeat objection

caught in a loop

guess that’s the scoop