How do we survive
ugly teenage jive?
Fight the *******
with wicked wit.

Selfish words born
  from a wanting womb.
  Crying for attention.
  Seeking a final tomb.

The Elites never had enough
pieces of our pitiful existence.
They ****** our blood from us
in their entitled rich persistence.
We were just  lab animals to them
always testing mad god science.

I'm 12 and in bed for the night
    listening to WSAI. Dusty Rhodes
    is the DJ playing music of Cream
    on my crystal radio in my ear.
    I'm frozen there forever. I will
    never wake from futures Dream.

I will do this.
I will do that.
I'll even do that.
I will never do
that other thing!

Sometimes a poem
I write scares me
with its honesty
I never share.
Truth bleeds
from my eyes
into the poem's
sun that I stare.

When you find something
you like, steal it.
When you find something
you love, ****** it.
When you find a sealed
letter, read it.
When you find no way
out, take it.