Slipshod Sonnet #14

Such an imperfect day shame
as it ever was I’m glad I spent
it missing the thrill of her
yell on we are the world high
as a motherfucker in Amsterdam
Popeye painted on the front
window and a midnight boat
ride when the water’s most
asleep ripped up like stoned
even and that was only the
beginning but it’s the end I
find myself most worried about
yet here's the story since the
beginning: look at yourself.