Getting the hang of this

I'm neurotic because I know you're reading and
I wanna fuck you cause I know you're not and
more than anything I'm loking over my shoulder because I'm typing this in class
and I'm sweating torrents because the school believes my tuition doesn't warrant air conditioning

hog wet and dog ugly
even in thrifted shirts worn tissue thin
because some poor bastard who worked a crapjob and actually worked an actual job to make his living and all he got was this lousy t-shirt until he died and it was boxed up and sent out and probably found by two sets of ironic hipsters about my age who picked it up and wore it out until they got real jobs and Diesel wardrobes full on and laughed it off and boxed it up discarded and discovered over and over so by the time I shilled out a half dollar and three dimes it carried the musk and memories of three or four generations of people I despise

and the guy talkin to the guy sellin street wise that fancies awkward conversations looked into my eyes and asked if it was the place in Roseille so when I explained it his face shone with displacement and frustration

and i'm all depressed coz i'm at my parents home and I
wanna fuck you coz i know that you're alone

and I need to drinkj the best bottle of whiskey my folks' loans could afford
for the sole purpose of writing a fuck-you poem and being justified in utilizing
exclamation points the way I use spurts of come to blot out the freckles on your white, white skin

and let me begin to rip your clothes off and not nudge and tug and 'are you in the mood?'
'do you wnna?'
'i kinda think'....
and leave on your glasses coz i want you to see this and tuck your nosering in so i don't take off the chrome and go so far down on my cock that i can blah blah blah your throat and your hand so far up my ass you can make me talk like a muppet and wear my smell like a glove and you've got a tongue ring fucking use it and

i can feal myself switching gears

I really hate the fact that I want to see you every day and...

for the life of me I don't want anyone to read this
but i want someone to like it

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i will [not continue the angsty self deprecating capper