I get up in the morning and wash down a handful of relaxation with a hot cup of rusty water. -Ask me how I’m doing I take my place upon a broken rocking chair and watch the clouds reveal stories of loss and denial. -I’ll tell you I’m fantastic. I go to the bank and ask for a balance; knowing my account is empty, just so I don’t feel guilty drinking the free coffee. -My confidence is steel I wash my hands with lemon juice and pour salt on my wounds, to deter vampire slugs. -but my hearts made of plastic. I think poetry is for losers and I only write it because I’m a narcissistic asshole. -Round chambered, I cried wolf a thousand times hoping he’d show his face so I could take him on in a knife fight. -my own betrayal, I hope a dead crow falls from the sky and his beak punctures the artery in my neck and I bleed out and die. -Fan Fucking Tastic!