Confessions Maybe

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I want to be that cool.

He is the cool guy I was meant to be.

I would get my swag on, but, you know, I got work tomorrow.

Yeah okay sure, but what if I wore my fedora like this?

I’m not afraid of anything…except obscurity.

I say I don’t care about anything.  But I want you to care about me.

I think all women hate me, so I hurt them first.

If I have more money, then I’ll have more friends.

I’m a dork, so I hide behind my tattoos. Excuse me, my tats.

I couldn’t carry a conversation if my life depended on it.  So I yell a lot.

It took me 2 1/2 hours to get my hair to look this way.

I would give anything to be loved.  Or for someone to hold my hand.

Tell me it’s going to be alright.

But like for real yo, what if I wore my fedora this way?

 

 

[Poem #195]

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