Thursday, December 04, 2008

Bad Shit about Poetry

What is important in life is nothing
you want to try and write about.
You people, with your lives
and your other stuff.
Forget all that, Scooter!
Your Motorbike ain't got no
juice here unless you include the
chipmunks it runs over.
Or the Ace of Spades.
Speaking of which, a human like myself
has brothers.
What is beautiful in life is exactly
things like my brothers, and
what they do, and who they
were when I was in fifth or seventh or
eleventh grade.
Everything seems pretty shiny when
you sort of feel it, but, also,
everything is sort of true too.