I'm working on a folio of poems, here are the first few (don't be harsh, it's still early days):
Life is so Bittersweet
Life is so bittersweet
That I'm about to become a Dad Rock artist
And sing songs like Bob Seeger's "Night Moves"
or "Maggie May"
The Eventuality of Loneliness
The eventuality of loneliness
Is only offset by the slight possibility
That one day you might fuck Joanna Newsome
she's going out with Andy Sandburg, right?
Expect some more of this material soon, cause I'm, like, working through some stuff.