There will always be someone who is afraid of who you are.
There will always be people who do not understand, whose concept of the world you challenge by existing
and I’ve sent away all my smoke and let my wine cupboards go empty
Social media is a huge reminder that I only live in a virtual world
I think people forget that “having an experience” doesn’t have to mean skydiving
Sometimes I feel like the things that matter most are out of reach
How did it come to be that in 2017 a poem written in 1935 can ring so true?
Virtual justice. We just saved the world.
I’ve got a thousand things to say. Unfortunately, I’m down to a few hundred words with which to say them.
he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.
Somehow I sit here thinking of those things
Things that were once you and me
Dodo doesn’t like me.
So I don’t like Dodo.
What a fair trade, eh?
I’m not the same as you
so you don’t understand me
and even though it’s not justified
you get it all turned around and
decide that because of the things
I do you hate me and
I don’t like it.
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