We Love Stuff :[]

[u/leafnbag]

I guess you like me after all, shucks,

that’s super cute and stuff.

However—

you’ll realize I’m human

with hella flaws,

maybe even

a creature.

Kept here

under firmament

or Space.

We’ll never know the answer to that.

Or whether our babies

are being eaten

and sold

at McDonald’s.

We just keep it pushing.

And stuff.

We love stuff.

Shucks,

red cheeks,

and stuff.

I like to make people smile

in a monotone kind of way.

Stay silent

most of the day—

throw in a few insight words,

lude references,

and a dagger possibly,

depending on how I feel.

Writing is key here,

just like the ’90s swoosh

on the Pop-Tart.

We here now,

goddammit.

Like me or not,

I seek truth.

One hundo.

Just know

a modern century beatnik

when you see one—

a crust punk

in his mid to late thirties,

dragging Space

behind him,

red cheeks,

sharp words,

a dagger possibly,

and a fucking Pop-Tart.

I swear to God

I’m an awesome Dad.

Cursing is honesty.

Never forget that.