MESSED UP

Did you mess up again, you dumb fuck up?
Just dress up and confess up with a pen again
Test stress, distressed ink, luck fucked up,  thinking
you forgot the perfect line in a rhyme once again
and didn't get to the pen and paper in time
You just woke up, pup, and then the raper of mind
became an escalading rapper invading the crapper
leaving a fading betraying tapering turd of a word string
straining and staining mankind behind you
to remind you of a few new pains remaining to find you
Disorder with a forwarded restraining order
in a cell in Hell after the fall, you get one phone call --
---Here's a quarter------------------