fail the test
Maybe you should just plead guilty to your demons, enslave
yourself to their fibrous little tentacles as you attempt the banalities
of grocery shopping or a run to the post office. It doesn't matter that you gave
honest thought to good nutrition or gifted the cashier your smile. These
are no match for the sticky claws pinching your efforts flat, and you can squeeze
out of their clutch no more than you can transpose the Los Angeles freeway
far from the coast. It's true, you'll be the first to admit your own unpleasantness,
yet make the same mess minutes later. Your defense is full of unreliable testimony,
face it, but you're not the only one. There are days we fight so hard before we fall.
Sometimes we fail the test we studied for, that's all.