i remember being 12,

poetry

and i was enamored,
much like when i later got hammered,
and my mind was filled
with thoughts that thrilled
every part of me
as i watched the tv,
and i wanted so much to compete;
and I wanted so much to complete
ly leave behind the stocky boy I used to be
finding the athletic god ahead of me.

so i decided to go get myself a snack,
thinking that tomorrow i would hit the wrack.

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