This is confusing.

Who knew? One could be so lost

With tons to do.

All sense has flown

This wordy scene…

….You know what I mean, Jelly Bean….

Except I don’t. It is scrambled, will not jell

A wordy disenthropic hell

Of messages…sent, unsent, of bills and bills

With next month’s rent….

Can I settle? Can I file? Can I sort this growing pile?

How can I make this thing grow small,

Until it isn’t there at all.

When it is gone, what will I do?

Will I feel lonely? Will I feel blue?

Will I shout curses at the moon,

And try to hit it with my shoe?

Not ready yet to lie down and die…

So I guess I must get up and try.