I’ve got to learn not to worry.
The groceries will get paid for.
Don’t be in such a hurry.
God won’t let me starve.
It’s hard to trust in things like this.
Although it shouldn’t be.
But I spent so many years
In abject misery
Thinking that my destiny

Was written by a playwright
With zero self-control:
A wily little masochist—
My own immortal soul.