Plain Vanilla

I’m tired.
I know the outcome. Or do I?
I walk around with that empty feeling in my stomach.
I f-ing hate it.
Haha. Silly me.
What the f was I thinking?
Dream on small fry.
It isn’t a fking competition,
It’s all about substance. Or so I thought.
Silly me.
C’mon let’s all put up a big show.
Wham bam. f-king jam.
A cock-fighters prized catch.