I’m an Envious Self-Loathing Cretan

Gonzo #7

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You know the worst part?
Everyone knows it
It seeps out of my pores
Like cheap Mexican Tequila
Every word I’ve ever written
On paper or virtual or occasionally in a book
Reads quite clearly
The same message as the title of this
Poem or journal entry or inevitably forgettable prose
This is what it sounds like when the inner child dies
And the man refuses to live

SANS POETIC

Let me say this
I’m not a poet
I’ve probably written only 10 poems
5 of them incoherent and unwitty
The Successful Instagram poets write about trees and bees and organize stanzas in 3's
On typewriters or with legible handwriting
How great it must
To have everybody
Simply
Be
Happy

ENVY

I cannot loose myself from this envy
Recently
My friend nabbed him a fine-ass black woman of…