When you feel stupid,
Don’t write poetry.
It really doesn’t help.
When you’ve screwed up
In the only way you know how,
The worst part
Is that only you know.
Telling anyone never helps.
It doesn’t matter what makes
You feel stupid.
You might have creeped,
Peeped, sneaked.
You could have screwed,
Booed, shooed, or mooed.
Stupid shits
Don’t get to look back.
They only get to look
Forwards, when in reverse.

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