no, the sky is not blue
it is gritty,
and tan

now it's black
hard to breathe
but the sun
's on my back.

no, the sky is not blue
and it couldn't spawn you
all your mecha,
and ****
all the ****
that you rock

never practiced guitar
i just noodled around
never wrote out a novel
just sat on the ground
and arranged different leaves
with the things that i found
back when textbooks and teachers
to my life were bound

my head in the sand
i'll die an old man
let down, high and dry
by a lazy, scared boy shaking
like a leaf
oh, that was almost something
let's keep it

*what is litotes again
what is ...paraprosdokion?