a poem that i definitely forgot i drunkenly wrote but submitted to my schools litmag because it doesn't really matter to me if it gets accepted i just think it's funny to force people to read it:

art is bullshit

i’m plucking hairs off my big toe

it can’t change anything

satisfied by the white bulbous ends that come up

when i do it right

we're destined to follow the same routines

me with these hairs, people with their jobs

i miss slacker culture

i'm gonna drink some water

thunder rumbles my walls

and go to bed