not in me

not in me
today
not in me
no patience
feeling
a bit
boo hoo
oh it's
lousy to
brood
to be angry
at
what

my thoughts
scavage
like
moles in the night
for
me to be right

is it me
truly
who poses
and frets
who blames and regrets
who
makes stupid
bets
is it this
me
who
loves not
being
alone
and then
is a shit
to the companion
sometime
or
am i just
an old
grouch
who
like a louse in a pillow
bites its own warmth