I get it.
I get it.
I get it.
my legs are cold.
who didn't lie
when I sat on the couch
to go be by myself,
drunk and dumb.
thank god I am not a DJ,
but I really wish I were a DJ in LA.
I got no ducks
and I got no trucks.
I don't know what that means,
but I trust you,
dear reader and libraries know.
for the first year of my forever,
I have no enemies,
and it feels good.