Someone once said you have to be your number one fan.
I personally do not have more than twenty.
The rest forgot,
died,
or turned into abusive, belligerent vigilantes.
My keyboard is dying,
I’m not a musician,
And I didn’t fulfill my five-year-old dream of becoming the universal linguist through the study of mathematics.
I know no tricks,
Experience is the study of them–
I’m cold
The introduction has worn stale.
The Guard is Up.
