alt F4

standing in front of you i feel like a pop-up add
some shit that is just wasting your time
between last week and the next great idea

as if you could just click at the top of me and i would go away

would you?
perhaps i would be a bit more stubborn then that

but in all probability i wouldnt.

you can scroll through my feelings
do you fucking realize that.

this isnt part of the poem.
this is part of a problem

i am your voice on tape, you are never pleased (it is never what you expected)