NaPoWriMo 218 - More Day 4

a shit poem for shit day (grrr)

When you lick your Rizla the wrong way up
Then your baccy falls in your coffee cup
And you spill the whole mess all over your lighter
Take two - and you’ve rolled the damn thing too tightly.
When you get your tab lit, it sticks to your lip,
And you burn your twatting fingertips
And the poem you wrote about it doesn’t scan properly
And there isn’t a rhyme for that line, probably
Syntax reversing you are, like Yoda speaking
And your bastard pen is leaking