you hate me because you are sick of yourselves
you are bored and boring and ordinary
you cannot purchase interesting
you can't just one day suddenly become deep
depth about fabricated nite's out don't count
also
posturing with cigarettes
sitting on sidewalks
posed moments
after hours
then writing about it like, oh, so important?
doppleganging yourself and your friends
encircling your own circles
killing the scene, not the way you think i mean
when it passes and it's over what profound witticism will you concoct