The poem
I don't always rise above it,
sometimes spite gets me through,
I've survived entire chapters on
"fuck you, watch what I do."
Some days there's no deep healing,
no inspirational shit,
just caffeine, bad decisions,
and refusing just to quit.
If life wants me defeated,
it can get in fucking line,
I've got chaos, bills, and problems,
and I'm somehow doing fine.
Call it strength or call it stubborn,
either one is probably right-
some days I keep on going
out of pure fucking spite.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Typewriter Manuscript design printed on the front.