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backstory
here’s a story.
it may even
be true. where i
come from nothing
ever sucks, so i
ride this meatsack
through all sorts
of shit, poor thing.
i never let it, or i,
as it calls itself,
have more
than moments
with the crown. i
only show it this
to make everything
so mean, so sad,
so always almost
and never am. i
show it shit, day in,
day out, like if i
didn’t, this would
be there, and no i
or we, would have
had ever come. i
guess i’m an asshole. i
think that may be what i
went to all this trouble
to find out.
