Bad poetry

A Poem by Davidgeo

what can I say... i'm fuggin' bored. And this all seems to be some kind of "gap year" regardless.

give me the wine and take the bottle
i'm going to eat dinner over the sink
again tonight
my cat will silently mock me
like a joke and then,
likely thinking, "the f**k's this guy's problem?"
probably, i don't speak cat, not so much really
i barely speak human, if you knew me....
and i'm only ambidextrous because i can masterbate with both hands
i.e. (i get bored very, very easy)
and then i find a ten year old bottle of Talisker
some very fine whiskey
and then i remember to forget

there was a point

to any of my horribly bad f****n' mc'poetry....