My back is always arched

My chest always hurts

My mouth is always blanched

My posture is getting worse

I think I need to fix it 

I think my spine is aching too much

I think water exists for me to drink 

I think I should use chapstick and such

But I like the crack when I stretch

But I don't like the pain I endure

But I like drinking tea and coke

But I like licking my lips

I don't know how to sit straight

I don't know if it's because I'm gay

I don't know why I don't just learn

I don't know so I just jump right in 

Hey, you know what?

Hey, I have to tell you something

Hey, guess what?

Hey, my posture's getting worse 

Question of the Day: dogs, cats, fish, or rats? 

Prompt of the Day: write a poem from the point of view of a dog.