Rags

I’m losing my rag,

I was that close to striking him today.

I’ve been beautifully impertinent,

I’m proud of myself.

This creepy apartment is making me mad.

I never go out, I sit hunched in an old

chair, doing endless crosswords.

It makes me spit

I’m having kittens

I need to get stirred up

to quit the drink

rescue myself from hell.

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