I can’t be good 
all the time

there are days 
I don’t recycle

people I don’t
care about

and times I eat
the last cookie

I masturbate 
and call it exercise

I’d rather look pretty 
than be clean 

I’m not as smart
as I used to be 

I can’t tell if I’m 
depressed or lazy

I’ve got a lot of
quit in me