Things are very hard these days.
Pull pint, double shot, no time.
Twenty minutes to finally breathe again.
Can't make plans so don't look.
A relationship between personality and poetry?
I do prefer poetry to people.
(Really, pretty much to anything else.)
Gonna miss you when you're gone.
A field mouse disturbs the grass.
Climbing over the gap-toothed style.
There are never any happy endings.
There are always some happy endings.
Where did all the poetry go?
