ok

figuring out how to
fly this damn thing
wrestling with demons
in the sunshine
take another sip
of my morning juice
frowns need friends too
all this stuff i got going on
a way to avoid the inevitable
spent the last two summers
completely alone
sacrificed all i had
with little to show
for what you might ask
for this i would say
to even get a chance
to fly this damn thing
imagine if it actually works
the views, the release
the nightingales
i used to be a good friend
worked odd jobs and had credit cards
but the poetry ate my soul
young fools became rich and old
always knew it would amount to nothing
so i didnt even bother with any of it
also knew that all this
is waiting for you
but now dont know anymore
identities and ideologies
melted with yesteryears winters
all my people became atheists
to my inner causes
he’s in his 40s now
still dreaming of forgotten eras
still broke as a sock with a hole
wifeless, childless, merciless
a godless dog, a dogless god
refuses to give up tho
for fear of offending the gods
and the dogs
sad ol’ bastard still thinks
he can game the system
we will be here waiting
to celebrate when he
is victorious and ready
to see the devil smile
in the mirror