What I Hate About Myself
I wish I didn’t get the urge to write shitty poetry every time I listen to some classic rock. I mean, sure, You Can’t Always Get What You Want is a good song, but get rid of the music and those backup singers and all you have is a story about a guy who thinks he’s much cooler than he is (or at least would be without international success and a supermodel wife.)
So from now on I pledge to try my best and stick to writing run-on sentences about sleeping your life away and the cruelty of the color of the rocks in my back yard. Now that’s good stuff, there.
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