There’s no end,
Just a whole lot of beginnings.
(Don’t tell them – exponentially dwarfed by endings of things.)
Petulant talk of bangs or whispers,
When simple hard work can sometimes suffice.
Et Cetera
Ad Nauseam
Other Latin bullshit,
For simple wisdoms.
Look out, not in.
In, not out.
Get fucked.
Who Knows.
Modern day Socrates,
Happily drinking Hemlock!
Asking why forever,
Until the public guillotines me.
Writing poetry on concrete with spray paint,
Like a fucking degen hoodrat of olde.
VC walks looking for dike parties.
Not dyke parties.
Maybe dyke parties.
5x Kaio Ken Aging.
Maybe Dyke Parties.
