366 Poems: May 22nd, 2016

Hopelessly Confused

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?


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