Life of an Awkward Adult

Oh thee, sweet tea. I will sip you slow And long Thou art the one I seek In despair And in muse. Thou art the calm To my storm. I can't...

O Sleep! Why thou escape mine eyes I seek thee Come hither, So yond I fallenth into an oblivion Free from the w'rldly w'rries.

I got a stye, In my eye. Alas. I can't deny. Feels like a fly, Sitting on my eye. All I can do is lie, Or sigh. Oh my. I want to die. I...