If you were to meet me in real life,
imagine me sitting upside-down
leaning against the sofa in your living room,
swinging my legs around
as I admire the ceiling.
“Hello,” I would say.
“My name is hopelessly confused.
I know not why I’m here
nor what I should do,
but gosh isn’t this fun??
I can feel the blood rushing to my head
and my toes seem like they can touch
the ceiling fan.
Have I got a care in the world?
Oh probably a thousand.
Do I mind?”
Do I mind?
Oh god what do I do?