to deal in words

You did drugs and twenty seven

I read Infinite Jest

And I also did a lot of drugs

But didn‘t make it in the club

Nor did I kill myself at twelve

Nor did I learn to love myself

I‘m always somewhere inbetween

I‘m far too poor for rich man dreams

And rich I am, for having food

And rent to pay, ahead of time

I always had this mind of mine

I never learned to share the pain

I only know to deal in words

I listen not

I won’t shut up

and when they shut these shutters down

I’ll still be on this website