ProCrasstheNation

Fresh bloom.

No room.

Judy Blume?

Are you there, God?

It’s me, doubting too much.

Doubting Thomas.

You have me at a disadvantage.

Your will be done.

Free will?

Whippoorwill.

Window sill.

Silly until,

You give me the silent treatment.

Permit me to engage.

Misplaced rage.

All in all,

I heed my read,

But, somehow it all points to your narcissistic personality disorder.

N-P-D.

G-O-D.

Letters of three.

Wholly, holy.

Ego.

You go.

Leggo, my eggo!

Ergo, manifest destiny wrestles with impunity.

Within me.

I can’t see you.

I can’t perceive you.

Ergo, no go.

Others corrupted by your false hope,

Try to pass off your false hope.

Nope.

Dictator?

Megalomania?

Your excessive need for admiration,

Conflates humility with trepidation.

No escapes.

Shadout Mapes,

Sometimes vapes.

Just?

Just enough?

Jousting conscience.

Evidence science.

Game-set-match.

How can I be created in your image?

Uncle Walt told me that I contain multitudes.

I am more than that.

Contradict.

Edict.

Arbitrary.

Momentary.

Certainly solitary.

Lashes out.

Laces out.

Wandering.

Nomad, but not mad.

No matter.

Only matter.

I’ll revolt.

Prayer cuckold.

Lo and behold:

Leopold.

Bloom.