Oh, look!
I've messed up, again.
Who would have foreseen that?
Well, anyone with a brain.
And I smile like a fool while I wait
to go home and pick up the pen
and let the bleeding start.
At first, I play it cool,
but then it starts to feel good,
and, like a masochist,
I let myself bleed the ink.
29th January 2025