Young, yearning poet,
you download your heart,
in sans serif and sans self,
on the center of my screen.
Your life is spelt
A-N-G-Z-Y-U-T-T-Y,
rhymes with "cliche"
and is untitled.
That doesn't stop you.
I wish I were a
young, yearning poet.
Your life is spelt
A-N-G-Z-Y-U-T-T-Y,
rhymes with "cliche"
and is untitled.