Excuse me, mister?
I don’t mean to bother but
I have a sickness.
I have a problem, you see
and if I don’t do
something about it
I get anxious, itchy
my neck becomes stiff
I start sweating, hyperventilating
as the panic sets in
and so I ask your help, mister
just so I can have a hit.
Would you please
hit the like button on
my Instagram feed?
Would you share with
your friends all those
Tik toks of me
dancing with little rhythm
and even less clothes?
That is all I beg for…
Would you do
that, for me?
You see, my illness
disintegrates self-esteem
and I only get a little
if you create it for me
so please, I beg you mister
please I beg you so
it won’t take but a second
to make me feel
like I am worth living
just one day
more.