Bathroom smoke-sess in the backwoods
Thought I’d try but now I can’t
Prowl the cul-de-sac
dodging neighbors’ eye contact
What does your mom think?
You were supposed to be her legacy
Preparatory whole wheat
and a superior degree
I lack direction and he knows that
so how’d I end up in your childhood bed
breathing in the molt
of your high school sweethearts
as you cum on me instead
And what does your mom think?
We were supposed to be the ripe ones
Intended for progress
handed a defect
Could’ve been a leader
Could’ve been an astronaut
Should’ve gone to art school
Should’ve grown pot
And I could’ve been your girlfriend
but I was too busy fucking myself
Camus in my right hand
Cap at my feet