I am not a man to be judged
by my automobile
or the size of my dick,
I want to be graded on character
and humor,
which both are bad,
however,
confidence
and dedication
are better served
than my abysmal creativity.
While I am just a forest
in ruins,
I am shadows of beef
and bi-lingual human bullshit,
impressive from afar,
as the universe reminds me
every single Saturday
since I was born.
The tops of trees,
perfectly pine and where Heaven hits me,
certain songs sign like curtains,
asking if you
are holding on
or getting scared.