Another day

And yet another day begins for the world
But to me the day is the same
A grand richer and my toes are curled
By fucking two women tonight-now that's game
But I come across not as I am
So believe me if I talk of my stumble
When I tripped, hopped twice, turned and BAM!
I was hit so hard I couldn't help but fumble
But not in the sense that I lost the ball
But rather, I dropped my soul
And when it hit floor, ewww the sound that hit the wall
Was enough to shatter my favorite bowl
And now it's the second day of "one more time"
I can't even remember when I started
I can only make sense to me in my rhyme
So now me, this book, and my words have departed.