Damn Poem

For some reason I feel like I need to get the damn taxes done. An urgent need to create a master peace. Or finish doing the bills. Or like I desperately need to book some shows. I really better clean the house and do some laundery or else I will just go crazy. Damn right insane. I'll go nuts trying to figure out what it is that is driving me to the brink of insanity and tying my stomach into knots with worry and anticipation of the coming storm so I can find shelter and get down to what it is that is really pulling me and just sit down still and put the pen to the paper and write a damn poem.