Written in one shot.*
Word association:
Father?
*******.
Mystery?
***.
Love?
Overrated.
My psychologist
once taught me how to steal cable.
It's one of those life lessons
that I carry with me, y'know?
Like how some people
keep fortune cookie fortunes
in their wallets
next to their IDs
and pictures of their kids.
You find those kinds of things
all over the place,
littered in gutters
and streetcorners all across
the globe,
but when you're downtrodden
knowing how to say
"Where is the nearest bathroom?"
in Japanese
isn't really worth ****.
I'll start gaining weight
here pretty quick.
Fat Michael
is not a myth,
and I hate him.
"Write a poem?"
Christ,
I can't even
write my own name
anymore.