Write
Poetry
Anymore.
Because,
Pretty girls
With poreless faces
And full lips
Will scan my blog,
And comment on how
I'm not a
New Yorker.
They will say things about my tap being dry.
But my tap is not dry.
I'm kicking them back
And I've got the belly to prove it.
I used to be
Flamboyant
And
Flamboyant
And
Brave.
Now,
My hands are useless.
---->Here, let me make myself even more
Unemployable.
Though,
I've already retracted all my swear words
I've already retracted all my swear words
To soften the blow.
I do not
Write
Poetry
Anymore.
And
And
I am incapable of following through.