the poet is on YouTube the poet will write you a poem the poet drinks coffee the poet rocks back and forth the poet drinks a coffee the poet is writing a poem the poet drinks a coffee the poet is coughing the poet drinks coffee the poet smells like shit today the poet drinks coffee the poet is hassled by the police again the poet smells shitty the poet is writing a poem everyone laughs at the poet the poet never goes out anymore the poet laughs the poet will take a shit on you the poet drinks coffee the poet is on YouTube the poet is a piece of shit the poet is alone the poet looks for headphones the poet wets himself the poet snores the poet recites a poem the poet poops the poet recites another poem the poet drinks coffee the poet pees the poet drinks coffee the poet writes a poem the poet chews on his pen the poet chews on his styrofoam cup the poet poops again the poet doesn’t have a home anymore the poet doesn’t sleep on a couch anymore the poet drinks coffee the poet laughs up phlegm the poet poops again the poet sheds a tear for himself the poet sits on newspaper the poet rocks back and forth the poet opens his mouth the poet chuckles the police hassle the poet the poet wears sweatpants the poet rubs his eyes with dirty hands the poet wants a real job the poet is sticky again the poet drinks some coffee the poet yawns the poet rubs his eyes with his sticky hands the poet presses his knees to his chest and rocks back and forth i feel no sympathy for the poet the poet poops himself the poet smells shitty the poet resembles a bag of shit the poet shits a lot the poet naps a lot the poet is easy to recognize the poet is reciting poetry, but no one hears him because the poet is really timid i can smell the poet’s crotch from here the poet has sores on his lips the poet has eczema on his ankles again the poet grinds his teeth oh my god, the poet is sticky again, for the third time the poet is sticky if the poet stops moving, he’ll die hm…the poet doesn’t scratch his eczema the poet fingers his sores though the poet thinks we friends the poet the poet is begging for shit the poet limps in my direction the poet is alone the poet’s smile is all gum and now his feet are sticky the poet eats with his hands the poet is totally unaware of his surroundings the poet has a boog on his upper lip the poet pretends to be reading the poet is probably uneducated and gay the poet hasn’t the poet won’t wont, but the poet is ew, the poet yuck, the poet sniff, the poet ha, the poet the poet, what? there are pieces of the poet there are some shreds of the poet the poet the poet is the poet sits on his hands i hate the poet i hate the poet when the poet disappears the poet has pudding on his hands the poet forgot the poet is running the poet sure is
the poet is gone
I Am More Human Than You
I am not the most human, but I am more human than you.
My breath smells like my farts, which are smellier than yours
I waste time better than you do; I stare at walls and think about myself
When I don’t think about myself I think about how other people think about me
but I never think how others relate to me, unless I’m comparing my humanity with theirs
It is spectacular how unremarkable I am
It is remarkable how dirty and inconsiderate I am
When I work I work harder than you; I don’t sleep. I don’t take shits. I don’t have time for shits.
But when I do sleep I sleep harder than you. I sleep for fifteen hours. (and I don’t have time for shits.)
When I shit I shit harder than you. And more than you. I am shitting right now.
I don’t apologize for my shits.
I don’t apologize. (When I do I am insincere.)
I want to know what everyone is eating at all times. I like to tell everyone what I am eating at all times.
I blame others.
I keep food in my bed.
I inadvertently hurt others.
I prepare meals in bed.
I want to know when everyone is shitting. I like to tell everyone when I am shitting.
I admit that I am great without using the word great.
But I admit when I am ashamed by using the word ashamed.
I am more desperate for affection. I just keep that desperation bottled inside of me.
Oh yeah, I bottle my anguish harder than you ever will.
That energy, when released destroys other humans than are less human than I am.
I don’t mean to kill, but my mistakes are more devastating than yours.
Don’t you dare say you are different from me. We are the same.
I am just more.