Compulsive list-makers
I meant every cent I spent
even the money I lent
can’t have a good time
while worrying about it
now that I’m
old broke and bent
I miss everyone that I kissed
even ones that are still pissed
times good and bad
pass like gas
memories blur
dreams in the mist
still crave make art and pray
to a goddess whose attentions I betray
l just need more time
to work on these rhymes
it’s not promised
but I’ll pay it back some day