the loneliness
can sometimes feel
so goddamned crippling
yet the world outside
is so fucking
anxiety inducing
a whirlwind filled
with razorblades
constantly slashing
i tamp down need
turn the music up
a whole lot louder to
let it drown out dream

let them say
all the things
choking my every
single breath

it’s cheaper
and saves us all
from another revolting
litany of literary
longings left
lingering and unfulfilled

poetry is fucking stupid
just like the wistful
sad sacks of shit
pining for a perfection
which never existed
pandering for praise
from ill mannered mutts
who only clap when they
recognize the rhyme scheme