It’s 8:49 and I can’t stop my mind. And my brain is still spitting out rhymes.

Where is this gonna go? Hell if I know! These are unusual times.

My cursing is up cause I’m angry as fuck. I’m so tired of dealing with shit.

Even spell check, is giving me heck trying to cut cursing a bit.

So I’ll try to be light and be done for the night. I am tired and ready to sleep.

I’m going to bed and clear out my head and just use it to count jumping sheep.