I don't even swear

random poetry about my state of mind on a quiet Saturday evening

I couldn't even write poetry
mad sht!t (and I don't even swear)
I sat down thinking
about how it had come to this
no answer
only poorly written cliches about how I couldn't write
sht!t (and I don't even swear)
I'm telling you
it felt a little like
that feeling you get when you're expectant
expect there was nothing to expect
or at least it felt like there was nothing
mad sht!t (and I don't even swear)
shit, I don't swear yet the only words that make sense to me are
mad sht!t (and I don't even swear)