Poems for the zooted and the zonked

Untitled Part 6

I am the one, do not weigh a ton

needn't a firearm

to get respect upon the street 

ye must vent about ur latest heartbreak 

ye must declare yourself the smart amongst stupid

ye must coat yourself in layers of irony

why do i do this

hello you, who asked that question, it is I the honest version of yourself here to answer it !

oh great! please do!

you think yourself better than everyone else and you think admitting it in this way automatically absolves of any moral or ideological weakness. the only reason you do this is a defence mechanism. 

what the fuck? that isn't true. who are you?

there is no poem, no hypothetical two-way back and fourth. you are pathetic. each time you sit down to write another one of these self-indulgent, narcissistic excuses of poetry i want you to remember me. i want to be floating around in the back of your mind. 

fuck you, man. I hate you

i am you