i'm published now.

when i was young i thought i was poetic, & i wrote these heart-throbbing sad sonnets. see? i can feel like an adult feels -- there's your proof in blue & red crayola. i'm too old for this middle school bullshit. put me with the poets, send me with the scholars. put me in a college, fly me out to oxford.

i dropped out of college three weeks after the first semester ended.

& look at me now, oh so cryptic & charming. don jaun ain't got shit on me. you think i'm good with my hands? you should see what i can do with my tongue. & i like to chain smoke in the cold. & i'm always losing weight; maybe slightly anorexic, but i promise it's not on purpose. i just forget to eat.

honestly.
honestly.
honestly.

so you can keep your wisdom, universe, & you can keep your silly notions of love & romance. 'cause i'm a one-man wolf pack, baby. all your ideas ever did for me was drive me to day dream my mind away while officer friendly told my class how drugs would ruin your life in d.a.r.e.

& now i wear a bullet like a cross around my neck.

when i was young, i thought i was poetic, & i wrote all these sad stories. when i was a kid, i spent every minute i had dreaming about being an adult, being all grown up, going to school and falling in love and being successful.

i dropped out of college three weeks after the first semester ended.
but i've never smiled as much as i do now.

(p.s. know what? d.a.r.e. also told me
smoking cigarettes would ruin my
life. i still don't like you, d.a.r.e. i
think you'd be more effective
playing requiem for a
dream in your
lessons.)