I used to write the best poems when I was high. Going back in time........

Here I sit,
In my personal pit,
Carrying on,
About my glorious wit,
But all I can do,
Is pitch a fit,
I asked her out,
But she said "split",
That Carrie Parsons,
Is a little snit,
All I want to do,
Is cop some t*t,
So give me a beer,
Or a catchers mitt.