(no subject)

the
only true
currency
in this
bankrupt world
is what you
share
with someone else
when
you're uncool.

the truth in the bottom of a can of spinach

or
what
I am

ever
wonder if
you ever stop
fucking up
dropping the ball
boinking the light socket

I
have
transgressed from
doubt to
certainty
that
I for
one
will not

I
am just
a
pathetic little
man [boy]

living
in a broken
[tattered]
shell

when
I am
less
[maybe more]
of a man

I often
worry

they say
to succeed
one must project
the image of
success

well
I can ace
that
but

image
doesn't
pay the
mortgage
or
feed the
children

I am
one
scared
little
toad
who
having found his
princess
and
received
that oh
so magical kiss
wonders
why

that
puff of smoke
and magic

shazaam

are running
late

and

and

and

as
much as
I
wait
[wait]

I look
in the mirror
an

a toad

I remain

[a toad]
[a boy]
[I tire of all that]
[when I grow up]
[I want to be]
[a firetruck]