I’ve got
three dollars,
no girlfriend,
a big ol’
brain in my
head

tomorrow I will
fail in a way that
nobody could’ve
predicted

I am:
nothing more
nothing less
then a boy with
a good set of hands
and the ability
to think

why do I even try?

why do I even pretend
I am wanted?

the world does not want me
the workplace does not want me
the literary community does not want me
the women do not want me

I don’t even want myself

I am angry
but I know it’ll
pass

I feel real with
$3 and no
girlfriend

all that leaves is me

that’s all I’ve ever
really had