i set up the ideal
then i miss it by a mile
cross the finish like a punchline
then backtrack for a while
like it’s my mission
not to win it
cuz it gives me permission
not to care for a minute
like a snake eats its tail
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
i dine on my inadequacies
like they’re going out of style
and i’d add to the list
if it made you smile
my iniquity
is versatile.
Compose Her 