I created the point of fuck it.
Because it's easy to live fast and it's harder to live.
I'm getting married this fall but I'm fucking his best friend.
He told me I could and I don't care how it ends.
And I'm still hung up on A.P.
Who generally wants nothing to do with me.
Then walking home from T.M.'s I got hit by a car.
I ran down the road because it didn't look too far.
Oh, and there's this girl who I'm trying to fuck.
Not because I like her but because it sounds kinda fun.
And every night I walk around town and break into cars that are unlocked.
What I find I sell because I don't have bad luck.
So there's a list of my many secrets.
Be careful with what you do with it.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
