Week III: Mr. J vs Objective[OBJ WINS]

[Mr. J]

there's little else to hope for, aside from this moment

Carbonated soft drinks rest on the dinner tray table.
try to fix the reception when I move those grey cables.
better storytellers that can spin a great fable.
bring the wine out, crumbling that Gorgonzola.
catch that process quick, start going raw on sofas
some sort of sorcerer that leaves honey in a trance
when microwaved the snack gets runny & damn...
whats that smell bae? like...is your health straight.
you know it felt great, but you know what else..eh?
never mind the consequence, some say its a common thing.
your stature goes from confident & then sort of sinks..
you swore the drinks the did the thing, then the weed.
but this is the third time early into the second week.
you get dressed & think that this is some sort of mental thing.
but now you worried that somehow you underperforming.
how is this possible? whats gone wrong with this poor thing...
thoughts race every second now you feeling like Space Jam
the feelings of inferiority sink in, sex life of the Jason mask.
how to stay on track becomes an everyday outcome.
now you answer ads sent specifically to your email
companies that swear by their product to please females
the details seem to real to be true so why not?
where can I correct this path that Im on?
Can I better my situation by this one simple trick?
the reviewers claim that it works with little risk.
a few days go by & now you feel like you ready to perform
but you should have paid attention & studied the form.
if the pill is taken daily you dont succumb to seizures
no...for 48 hours you are going to suffer from diarrhea
getting laid is getting harder to do aint that some shit?