how quickly I forget
the things I get away with
my promises get swept
‘til one more bug comes stay with
me and my emotions
tossed about unchecked
on surfaces of oceans
helpless on the deck
they say I am bipolar
I say they might be right
it’s bloody fucking marvellous
or seven shades of shite
most things make me feel
the judge of bad and good
but sweating over deals
shouldn’t turn to blood
those dollars have their way
God does not recognise
necessity for half the day
let’s compartmentalise