Thanks for the Angst

She’s been driving me to wit’s end
Testing my conviction
Baiting me to make my move

Reason beckons for an instant
I reckon I should listen
‘Cause I got so much left to prove

Ineptitude, I’m blessed not to exude
But there’s a special place in Hell for all us selfish prudes

Whether I end up with lipstick or egg upon my face
It’s always a send up of chick flicks I’ve seen but cannot place
I’m not getting bent up, conflicted or twisted
Out of shape… In the end, thе edge is straight