I hate it when this happens
Just when I thought I had the answer
the question strikes back
and morphs again to be
something different again
WHAT’S THE EFFING QUESTION?
So needy I seem to be
so much I hate that state
I beg for crumbs
from those to which
I least want to appear needy.
I can’t help it
This poem is going wrong
maybe its not [...]
