I wrote a poem in the food court today:

[impa_maharajah]

I'm told that at this age, I can't

not that I'm not allowed to
but that I'm not able to

That doesn't make me any less confused, trust me.

It's clear skies all the way
as long as I say
that I deny it all --
even to myself

I don't like tea or crumpets,
and I don't care about steak.
I just ate black beans + rice.
I know I like them, and I
know I could eat them all the time.
I didn't even have to make up my mind.