I’m tired of lightweight:

Taint no  fucking challenge.

Take blogging, for instance.   Highly eProped Featured Content blogs ain’t shit.

If that’s all that seethes,

I’d rather run moon-stricken at midnight

Anonymous with no acknowledgement

And breathe

Than churn within the numb froth of blamelessness.

Cause I’m not innocent.

I’m a nightmare’s dark fantasy.

Look: dare take a see—

Even Death discards me.