Scribbles. mm..hmm. Man, I've got to get unclogged a little bit.
The Vexed
I'm on my second wind, of how many
I can't say, for what reason
I don't know. so I bow my back
and blow to push the black away around me,
before another quandary found me.
This comfortable mess, should make a
learned Christian gentleman squirm; he
lives a pseudo-epic life to find
his pseudo-epic wife who won't blink twice
at another dead atheist's funeral.
I swear I'm not confused, not vexed
at all, my head is against me,
but my indecision mounts, a wave of
doubt keeps a veteran sinner in
a late night cell.
And you're just uncompelled.
3:59:19 AM 
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