Fatigue

Flippant, you flippin' 

wave things off.  

[And what ticks me off...

... is this happens oft.]

My voice box doesn't seem to function. 

I turn the key,

and suddenly, I'm filling my gas tank

up to E.

PLEASE, Tell me...

Honestly,

What's the use, in feeling emp-ty?

It's like cleaning a grime-stained, 

habit-ingrained 

bathtub

to be defeated.

Beat down

by the dense fist of the muck.

I've tried to use some elbow grease.

But Alas, I'm running low, it seems.

Straining,

strength waning, 

and the filthy waters, draining... 

they're

gurgling, gurgling... straining.

"Je suis fatigue de ceci..."

Oh! Sorry...

Please excuse my French.