Glean This Mess Up

I bleed out.
poetry and presence.
I got money.

Don't let them.
make you believe.
Artists starve.

I am eating large.
just ask my belly.
And my bank account.

This is it.
Hip hop and punk rock.

Feeding giraffes.
just for the fun of it.
eating rhubarb for the hate of it.

It ain't easy being me.
But it's easy being me.
just ask my past and my mother.

Just ask the petrichor,
and the sun for fun.