Self Help

So, all the conferences
And seminars enlightened you.
No, I do not want to buy a pen,
But sure, you close your eyes and see yourself
Resplendent in twenty years.
Be quiet on the reasons why
You are untrue now.
O, were all adults
Unfair to you?
(You didn't even like your broccoli?)

I'll save your bank account
A million,
Your pretty ass
So many hours
In hotel convention rooms
And dirty lobby chairs.
You're just in love
With you
And all the other tall and handsome
Boys who give a second
Or attention
Like me.

 - 7/24/25

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