I am a communist,
I am a terrorist,
I am an anarchist,
I am a masochist.
I am the sun, I am the air.
I am morrisey
snorting valiums off of sinks in high school bathrooms,
ashing cigarettes into toilets,
scribbling poetry on the walls,
naked with my crack pipe,
on the verge of a colossal epiphany,
on the brink of insanity,
in a cesspool of mediocrity.
I am allen ginsberg,
circle-jerking with the beatniks,
discussing politics on opium,
kerouac, burroughs, etc
A shyness that is
criminally
vulgar.
