one day I will be number one,
and the devil will know my name.
unless forgotten,
these days,
spent with these typing fingers,
will be revisited
by school kids
with garbage bags on their heads.
the spider webs
will tell them
and their stupid caretakers
that the world
was beautiful behind my eyes,
before the shit death.
I guess at this future,
but I am certain
to provide the evidence
in books and paper,
this stupid blog
and your memory,
if you chose to share it.
just for shits and giggles,
I will keep going
in hopes
that one day,
some sophomore
will have to read this
for a paper on
what was poetry.
maybe I am a fool,
but at least
I eat.