from the legal pad

in the morning when i rise, give me    email. when i am alone, give me    anything but myself you can have all this world,  just give me    last night's scores. when i come to die when i come to die oh, when i come to die, give me     (hope)   

i am success. i win. and i want you to like it-    commend. follow. and repeat. i am lose. i fail. and i bet it's hard to watch.    critique. laugh. and forget. these are both my false realities. i spend far more time    washing dishes    paying bills    eating pb&j i am obviously not that great i am definitely not that bad i am okay we are fine- we are good in fact, but of no thanks to ourselves.