Some Poetry Is Pure Truth.
Taken.
Redelivered:
Neurodivergent?
Stats say dead ‘fore thirty.
Queer?
Same same.
34,
Motherfuckers!
BONUS TIME.
All bonus time from here.
Do I deserve it?
Joking about being dead before then.
Then turning to ash 24 hours of the day.
As others hung themselves around me.
BONUS TIME.
