I write shirt poetry when drunk. It's my guilty pleasure, but I don't kid myself into passing it off as literary worthy. An example.
I hate, therefor I am.
If to err is to be human then I am perfect
Because I err on the side of irrationality.
Let me touch the electric fence.
Will it shock me every time?
Only one way to find out. Beat a dead horse named Mistake until I know I can't go any further on that broken steed down that broken road.
I'm stubborn. Don't tell me what to do.
I am a caveman discovering how to burn myself with my own creation.
A terrible situation.
Justification of why I have to learn the hard way.
Cobain tell me,
Am I just dumb
Or maybe just happy?
But you killed yourself with Thompson and Monroe and you had all those quotes that people live their lives from yet in the end you couldn't even follow your own rules.
Who were you trying to convince? Was it really us or yourself?
Like a porn protester child molester you felt up your own ideals and left the broken bodies in ditches like stepchildren in stitches and is it any wonder our generation gets blamed when after all it was your own advice we followed?
Maybe I just hate myself because I'm part of a world I hate.
Or maybe I'm just too drunk and it's too late.
Morning sun
Through star lit sieves
Give me my solace
And gentle reprieves.