If I were humble
I'd never make it out the apartment
sitting in dank basements
like that creepy guy in your building
good for me I'm not humble
if I were I wouldn't heat up reading Hemingway
I mean if I were humble
then your grand kids wouldn't be reading my poison in the 9th grade
If I were then my name would drop off
but Harry J Baxter is too good of a name to go unheard
so even if it take twenty years
I'll stay on my 10,000 ft soap box
obnoxiously screaming in your ears
from computer screens
paper pages
street corners
and bathroom stalls
you can't spell arrogant
without **go