In time memory will forget this, too.
Hell, one day not even I will remember what I did today.
Sure, it all seems so relevant now
but now so is fickle
if you think now lasts forever you too are a fool
drunk on the boilermaker of never and forever
which makes us throw up now
the spin of the world mixed with the sitting on our ass
drinking so much something is happening
even when it’s just getting progressively drunk
and suddenly sentences are running together
and we don’t care
so we don’t put a period down
even when we think we ought to just out of spite.
cause we’re not spiteful people.
I just hate being told what to write
which is why I try to write this poetry.