So, I’m kind of on a poetry kick. I wrote 3 poems in 2 days. This is the third, and I really like it. I shared it with one of my friends who pointed out that the first line was the title of a poem he had written. This was two years ago, we weren’t exactly speaking at the time, but I knew which poem he was talking about because it depressed the hell out of me, and still does. This poem we decided, is the complete antithetical version of it. Which I find bloody hysterical.