You're sad and you don't even know it.
You're an illiterate typist, a blind glassblower.
You're the spoke that catches the hamster.
You're a metaphor constantly using wheels.
I have to write words like this
in order to feel like someone else.
It used to be that I'd just change
my hair or my clothes and that would be all.
I'm too old for that bullshit now.
I'm too old to not recognize how awful I am.
I judge people. I'm not that funny.
People think I treat women terribly.
I finally made all of those enemies I earned
because I opened my fucking mouth too much.