Too cranky to edit,
I put on basketball and eat cookies
aka copying happiness and pasting it to today.
People are either laughably unlike us
or pathetically just like us.
Headline: Hipster satire critiques the American dream.
This sets up a climax where hysteria and slapstick
(resentment and violence) finally provide the context
for my naïve worldview and artistic ambitions.
The peak of pathos when an immature adult,
always paranoid but with hidden talent
and his own ideas about art.
Life asks, “Isn’t imagination more important than craft?
Is form more important than soul?”
Those questions hang in the fetid New Jersey air.