If you wanna be the same,
be the same with me --
I swear we’ll always
blend right in.
And when you say
you don’t like Jaws,
I'll still be a Peeping Tom
behind your books.
When you lie, Maggie-Pie,
about the movies you’ve seen,
it makes the Tom Waits you like
seem contrived.
Degenerate drug kids,
too high to be a star,
in love with moments.
Give me my moments,
my lifeless promise
to always have a car
and insurance.
If you wanna be lazy,
be lazy with me --
I swear we won’t
ever do ****.
And when you bop
your head to Kendrick,
I’ll watch you melt
underneath the strobe.
Place your finger on a globe,
tell me where you think
you could be, then tell me
about your perceived
self-worth.
Degenerate punk kids,
with more ink than squids,
and a tip-jar future.
Give me my future,
my hurried ten years;
you know my twenties;
you know my reason.
Give me my reason,
give me my reason, give me my reason.
Part one of a poetry collection I'm writing.