poet (12/28/2000 – 9:15 a.m.)
hey my name is
huh?
and I am a poet
that means I’m better than you
that means I sit high and mighty
at my computer all day
and all through the night
ranting and spewing
waiting for words to come forth
to put you in your place
either high on the throne
and deep within the recycle bin
yeah
I’m so fucking angry
can’t you tell
from how I hold my cigarette?
you don’t know me
you don’t see me
I stay in the shadows
while you walk between drops of rain
I despise you
because I’m nothing like you
I can’t comprehend
why you don’t see what I see
I don’t understand
why you don’t feel the need
to understand
to question
why do you even drink?
I drink to achieve something
I take drugs to go to a higher plane
I cut myself to taste death
I’m so fucking cool
why aren’t you more like me?
I know everything
I drop names like Iggy and Morrisey
knowing that you won’t know who they are
or care
I’m a poet
I have certain rights
to be better than you
it’s understood
that I hate you
while you want to be me
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