I switched with wolf I feed.

my poetry went from doom and gloom
to tag-your-it inside jokes
and has since settled on
rose-colored Ray-Bans.

I am going for an ugly 90s aesthetic,
of a new man, growing old,
falling asleep to Celebrity Family Feud. 

letting go on control,
burying my ego,
I have done my tour of duty
and I ain't going anywhere again.