Sunday, March 2, 2008

WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG YOU GET MAD

TONIGHT I WALKED 4 BLOCKS FROM MY HOUSE.
I ENDED UP AT HAIGHT STREET.
HAIGHT AND FILLMORE.
THERE ARE AT LEAST 6 BARS AND 6 PLACES OR MORE
TO EAT IN THE VICINITY.
THERE WAS AN ART OPENING TOO.
MY FRIEND INTRODUCED HIMSELF
TO THE OWNER OF THE PLACE
AND SHOOK HANDS WITH HIM.
10 MINUTES LATER THE OWNER
SHOOK HANDS WITH MY FRIEND
AND INTRODUCED HIMSELF AGAIN.
HE EVEN SHOOK HANDS THIS TIME.
HE WAS DRUNK!
I'M DRUNK!
IM SITTING ON A SEAT THAT SHOULD
BE A FOOT REST TYPING ON A BLACK
CARPET ON A WHITE
CARPETED FLOOR.
I'M WEARING JEANS AND NIKE CORTEZ'S.
I'M WEARING A COLLARED SHIRT.
IT'S BROWN, GREEN, AND WHITE.
IF THIS ISN'T DRUNK
BLOGGING I DON'T
KNOW WHAT IS.
I'M REALLY TIRED OF THE
SAME WRITERS COPYING
EACH OTHER.
IT'S REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING.
I KNOW I'M DOING IT RIGHT NOW
BY
MY
LINE
BREAKS.
MY EMOTIONS
BECOME OVERWHELMED.
THIS BLOG USED TO BE POPULAR.
NOW IT SUCKS.
SO DOES MY BLOG.
AND I DON'T CARE.
I WORK EVERYDAY NOW.
HUSTLE.
IF ANYONE WANTS TO KNOW
HOW TO SUCCEED MY ANSWER
WOULD BE TO
HUSTLE.
THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'RE
GOING TO MAKE IT.
PRACTICE AND HUSTLE.
THIS POST IS THE GREATEST
POST EVER.
AND IT'S SO LONG TOO.
I'M LIKE SAM PINK.
SAM.
YOU HAVE SOME GREAT LINES
BUT MOST OF THEM FUCKING
SUCK MY ASS OF OF ITSELF.
IT'S THE SAME BORING SHIT.
YOU HAVE BECOME
CLICHE IN YOUR WRITING.
YOU MADE IT.
THE REST OF YOU
JUST COPY EACH OTHER.
THE ONLY TWO THAT
ARE WORTH A SHIT
ARE KENDRA AND DANIEL.
THEY STARTED THIS
WHOLE FUCKING THING.
THEN SUDDENLY IT EXPLODED.
I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY TO
BE WRITING HERE.
NEITHER IS TAO.
SINCE TAO IS PUBLISHED IN
A LOT OF PLACES
HE IS SUPPOSED TO
BE 'BETTER' THAN ME
AT WRITING.
YUP.
THERE IS A MAN.
HE DRANK SOME COKE.
THEN HE WENT TO THE LIQUOR STORE
AND BOUGHT SOME BOOZE AND PORN.
HE SAT ALONE IN HIS LIVING
ROOM DRINKING AND LOOKING THROUGH
DIRTY MAGAZINES.
HE MASTURBATED FOR 10 MINUTES
THEN WENT TO SLEEP ON HIS COUCH.
WHEN HE WENT TO SLEEP HE WAS ALONE.
WHEN HE WOKE UP HE WAS ALONE.
HE TOOK A MORNING SHIT ALONE.
AND A SHOWER.
HE USED AXE BODY SPRAY BECAUSE
HE THOUGHT HE WOULD GET THE LADIES.
WORDS WORDS WORDS.
OKAY/

2 comments:

apants said...

You're a dirty whore.

sam pink said...

i actually agree with all of this.

i had been thinking the same about myself.

that is why i plan on putting together a chapbook or two and deleting my blog.

this is no joke.

this is a sign.

i have always thought justin rands to be the painfully truthful one.

and now i feel much more strongly about deleting my blog.

i am done.

thank you justin.

this is a good poem.