Too wise to still think that a scum 'stache,
shitty band tank tops,
horrendously cliche tattoos,
cardigans,
veganism,
my shitty art that you looked at once and then forgot about,
addictions,
liking obscure music for the simple sake of calling you out
for not knowing the same artists I do,
using alternative methods of transportation
and having half a fade haircut
make me cool.
Too naive to give a fuck.

Old enough to realize,
that aside from a select few,
most people couldn't care less about me,
my habits,
my actions
or my interests,
including some people
who I consider to be close friends.
Not broken enough to stop thinking they do anyway.

Too moral to joke about fucking you,
to try to bring you home with me,
to make fun of people I don't know
or to steal.
Wild enough to let those morals go at the drop of a bottle cap
and the wink of an eye.

I'm more honest,
down to earth
and real to your face
than any of your friends.
But I'll lie to myself whenever I can.

I'm your typical
young
american
male.
And I'm way more radical than you could ever hope to be.