I Am Fucking Tired.

Are You Tired of Me Yet?

I’m tired of myself.

I’m tired of the game.

You fake ass hoes.

You all are the same.

Get in line. Take a number.

Is this the dating televised slumber.

Or my psychiatrist’s office playing some dope ass game in which I claim not to know her number.

Yeah that’s right.

Knock. Knock.

Where are my fucking scripts doc?

You don’t wanna give me motive.

Now let me tell you what I need.

By the time your done with that pen it will be ready to bleed.

Relax Kira. Relax.

Sure would be easy if you prescribed some more xanax.

Lately I can’t concentrate.

Just add some aderrall for today’s date.

I can’t fucking sleep at night.

Doc weigh me down with a bottle of Ambien that I can squeeze tight.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Sorry doc it ain’t over until the fat lady sings.

Shit while I’m thinking about it throw me in some Valiums.

Doc you ain’t in trouble.

Who’s counting?

It’s either write me the script or I kill you right now.

You think I’m playing.

POW! POW!

Haha! Just kidding.

I will need you next month it’s already Thanksgiving.

Thanks Ma…Here is an extra thousand for the heartache.

Hope next time that puts you in your place.

Doc if this is so rough next time you ain’t gonna have no face.

I wonder why they say I have no grace.

Out of this world.

Outer space.

Kira Dawn Copyright2020.

Kira’s Gorgeous Mess

Understand. I do not make the rules.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

For that piece of ass you took your whole life down.