i am still alive

[happysadman]

i think it is funny to think that me submitting things to this website could be beneficial to anyone anymore, especially me. but i still do. i wonder who wanders here from time to time. for some reason my brain still has thoughts that flow and meander crazily while i sit in my room trying to work on shit like homework. i guess it is also funny to think that i still have homework, and that i still have a lot of trouble completing it. i've always unwillingly rebelled against any form of control, and i guess homework falls into that category. it is the cop or mother or teacher saying "you have to do this!" that, i guess, unconsciously pisses me off. i guess some people are just made that way and i am one of them. and those thoughts that i was speaking of somehow always make it on here in some gay poem. i don't even know why i write poetry. i always feel weird doing it, but compelled to. as years pass i realize a lot of the questions i ask cannot be answered.

your teeth have turned blue in spades
your fingers bent back
your sight is offline
your eyes are tarred black
i know you are gone, you are no more
but don't let the plebs eat you
that's all they're good for