OKAY

OKAY
HERE
THERE WERE TWO BOURBON AND ICED TEAS
FOUR CIGARETTES
AND TWO 16 OZ PABST
THAT PASSED THROUGH MY BODY
'YET ANOTHER NIGHT OWL REFERENCE'
I FEEL STRANGE BECAUSE MY FRIEND SAID MY MYSPACE PICTURE WAS PRETENTIOUS
I FELT THAT IT WASN'T PRETENTIOUS
BUT THEN SHE SAID THAT AND I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE IT WAS SO UNPRETENTIOUS THAT IT WAS PRETENTIOUS
LIKE I WAS SAYING, 'LOOK HOW UNPRETENTIOUS I AM'
THEN THERE WAS A GMAIL CHAT THAT I AM HAVING RIGHT NOW
SO THE TENSE DOESN'T STAND
BUT I TYPED SOMETHING ABOUT THINKING ALL POETRY WAS PRETENTIOUS
AND THEN I THOUGHT THAT THAT THOUGHT WAS PRETENTIOUS
THIS POEM IS FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING STUPID
I CAN'T TYPE ANYTHING AND THEN CLICK 'PUBLISH POST' WITHOUT, FOR A SECOND, BELIEVING WHAT I TYPED POSSESSED 'VALUE'
SOMETHING TO DO WITH SELF ESTEEM
THERE ARE PROBLEMS IN MY LIFE
SOLUTIONS CAN BE OBTAINED
I AM INSIDE INTERMINABLE LOOPS OF CONSCIOUS THOUGHT
GOOD JOB