its true and you know it
humility would be a lie
our words bring you inspiration
to your knees you fall and beg
for more turning page after
page hoping for another letter
written as well as the last and
shocked you notice the hours
have passed and you’re not
writing that book they’re paying you
for instead you’re stuck in the sieve
in awe as each grain of sand
glides on through and you’re jealous
to be humble would be to lie
your hands aren’t here bringing
verse to those in need instead you’ve
dedicated yourself to money instead
of daily brilliance

(wish we had both sometimes)

but even though the bastards never
notice and i can call them that because
this isn’t some creating writing department
of a larger institution that’s going to reject
my request for the major simply because
i curse them out in four short poems
boasting of my invincible awesomeness
no this is our territory and if you don’t want
in then get the crap out because these
words aren’t for the faint of heart
they’re here to remind you that it is us
who paid the nearly ten dollars to own
this piece of web real estate and we’ll
write on it exactly what we mean
mistakes in all just to stick it you
(the man)

and one day when one of the twelve
of us however many there are actually
makes it somewhere big in this world
well he’ll look back and say it was there
and hopefully he’ll buy me lunch

i’d really love it if someone bought me lunch