The rain comes and I go.
Not going to be sacred with shoes.
Never been bored in my life.
I scream read in my head in the morning.
Eat bacon and think of love.
Wearing a mask at Starbucks.
Ordered a Shaken Brown Sugar.
Got a compliment on my boots.
From a black dude.
I bite my bottom lip.
And boogie in the 'Bucks.
Like the grass outside.
Is red in the sunset wind.
I'll be on the wall someday.
My memories just stories.
That other people tell.
Until those people die, too.
I don't want pity.
I'd prefer grace.
Or even pork boredom.
I don't want god's sake.
I'd rather have a cake pop.
I pray to parents I never had.
Trying to break habits.
Some inherited, past down to me,
Like an old hutch,
And some I acquired, picked up.
Along my long journey
To this middle.