Stoic resemblance
turns into drunk resilience,
and editing poetry,
I don't know what I mean.
I have my own shit,
and ice cream days,
but I am sticking around
to see what happens.
Watching Old School
and taking a shit
but forgiving you
for everything you did.
Publishing my friends
for being stupid
and finding their way
out of theirselves.
Nothing you could tell me
to put me at ease
ever or ever
just like stabbing misspelled.