How you said "I can smell your acne face wash."
Well you smell like a pouf chav wearing Axe deodorant!
And your illiteracy was paramount
but for something like Niffeneger.
And you programmed the animotronic band for Chuck-E-Cheeses.
And you had theosophical parents who told you you were the last king of Atlantis.
(They actually did this!) How many demerits
would you get for doing drugs like this, and getting AIDS, and then the meth.
You were a mix of Keith Haring, Vincent Gallo, and Jesus,
eating a bit of holy bread here, committing some sort of digital suicide,
reconstructing a mix-tape playlist from a long forgotten lala profile
because it was deleted after confessing your love and trying to erase everything about you.
