I Went Golfing Poem by Dallin Bruun

I'm so unstable
I mean, I took second in poker last night
and I was pissed because it was 2 in the morning
and it was going to throw my
schedule off the next day

I have meditation at 11
it's supposed to rain at 3
I have this expensive golf pass
and every day I can't use it
it just eats at me
not to mention a ton of work to do

'$%@*#^! '

(One of these days
someone is going to catch me screaming like that)

my poetry is so self-deprecating
plus it's both a home movie and boring
the two things my creative writing teacher says to never do

if I could just get out of debt

I really need to go to meditation today
but I don't know if I'll choose that or golf
seriously