I’m always late for some work where I just
copy and collate something for someone in some class
I don’t care about.  And then when I sit down to type
out my homework I really don’t care about just something
to get a grade I care even less about when I think.

Friend is just fiend with an R.
And maybe none of it all matters.
And we’re all just some insanedivinescientific
evolving experiment and how easy
it is to go from being someone who
matters to someone else who doesn’t
to just some
one being alone.
A fiend.
For something, everything, and anything,
you give up everything and anything
for that one thing
because that is everything
to you.
Even if you’re just a joke,
kidding yourself
on a stainedandsplintered
popsicle stick.