Bundle of Paradoxes

I tend to be a walking, breathing, talking organism of paradoxes… the amount of checks I try to put in the boxes… but my subconscious lives in the boondocks.

It’s either this or that… tic for tac… white or black… always inside my thoughts like a house cat… but even my thoughts turn on me like a sewerage rat.

I bundle my paradoxes with a blanket… they live in my head rent free so they take their money and bank it… this is all that I have… please just take it.