Pathetic

With my blood-shot eyes and freshly showered skin,
I’ve got the cockroach in the kitchen on the back of my mind.
Exhaustion has seemed to become my greatest enemy.
I’m kind of a pathetic human being;
I’ll connect to anyone who will connect to me.
I’m on an eighteen-hour roll of being awake.
Exhaustion and I seem to be connecting real well.
I’m so pathetic; my enemy has become my friend.
Oh, well - we all have our quirks.
Another one of mine: I can't kill roaches.


You know, I'm really starting to wonder what these things are. They're not really poems or anything - I guess they're just spiels. Yea, that's exactly what. :)