This time it's not a haiku! Today's poem is something I've been feeling for a while, so have my frustrated feelings, but in poetry!

Commission for Segfault of dollboy Beau! Hope you enjoy!

I'm repeating the chorus to sin's guilty gear strive theme (IT WILL WORK OUT!) while actively attempting to cruise around my apartment in rollerblades, and have not fallen once.

(The first line of the song is also relevant: SO MUCH I DON'T UNDERSTAND LMAO)

I'm not even listening to anything. Please stop telling me about Star Wars: The Bad Batch Season 2 (shout out to Dr. Laurie Santos of The Happiness Lab)