Poem-A-Day: Day 79

You Spin Me Right Round

Frankly spoken core demographics
write off my latest, greatest masterpiece
to dumb, fucking luck;
but I haven’t been lucky ever,
and I haven’t written any masterpieces,
and I have no core demographic.

Mostly I have a noose
dangling like a sweaty set of testicles
being punched repeatedly
by the failures in my life,
repeated over and over,
like a broken record.

Life hasn’t been as it should have,
not by any standards
written in the code of conduct,
so I conduct myself in a way
that best emulates a broken record
spinning wildly out of control.