I used
a new shampoo,
and ranted
a new tangent
about shit I can't control, phew!
Another neighborhood,
built up quick,
which costs another million
and makes us sick
of all these fuckin' houses,
so luxurious!
I hate how Virginia
only looks so badass
in my photographs.
Don't sell me, no,
don't tell me
how much happier I could be
if I just did the bullshit X, Y, Z.
Sure, I'm a blessed man,
yeah, I'm fuckin' blessed, man,
but that just puts a damper
over my sincerity.
Statistics are showing
that forming friendships
gets harder as you
get more years,
but, please, go ahead
with your quota,
and just ask me
if I've ever tried yoga.
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
