Don't fuck it up. It's okay... Everything'll be fine... But don't fuck it up. Think how exciting it must be! The risks! Throw down the dice & how you don't get snake eyes... You'll shrivel and die... You'll do fine... If you truly want to live, You'll do everything right. The hand knows everything... It knows if you've been bad or good, Knows whether you have or have not been efficient. Would it harm you if you didn't deserve it? How would we know if you didn't? The hand knows. It knows you. You don't know it. You can't even see it. You're nothing to it. So shut up, Calm down, Button-up that jacket, chap, & go to town. Everything'll work out swell. Everything's safe here. Just. Don't. Fuck it up.
Don’t Fuck It Up
2014 November 19
Posted in Poetry