we prick you

I am fed up with this heat

With this sun

With these streets

With this smell

I am fed up with being unemployed

Underrated

Forgot

I am fed up with the cicadas’ song

With the lottery numbers

With not having any luck

With thinking about you

I am fed up with feeling stuck

With being unable to write

With this loneliness

I am fed up with the rotten flowers

The gnp

The dna

The gripe a

I am fed up with your complaints

Your getaways

With all your lies

I am fed up with every inch of me

With all my mess

with still loving you somehow