{tabula rasa}

And then
There are the Days.

Obviously,
I am the center of the universe.
This rain is all my work;
The emotional billboard for
My sore, aggriev-ed soul.

For, since I do poorly,
So must everyone else.

Obviously,
This day is bad because
I
am bad.

God must watch over the sparrow
Because I am too selfish to care.

The sparrow cannot help me with
Transfer degrees
Laundry
Moral inventory
People skills
and the fact that I forgot my fork for lunch.

God forgive me.

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Selfishness is lukewarm. This half-poem, half-monster is despicably written, but it isn't the worst of anythiing because it unworthy of such a grand title.

Hell is much cleverer than and closer to the human psyche than we'd like it to be.