we’re all insta-stars in this era;
the ethos of this generation
may not allow for greatness,
but certainly, consistent mediocrity,
which i happen to excel at,
with my puppy photos
and cheap wine poems.
i’ll take another smoke,
and another toke.
i’ll down another beer,
and another shot.
i’ll whisper what you want to hear
to get what i want,
because that’s all you really need
to get what you want.
the smile the above puts on my face
cannot be replicated, even by a spotchy
Jackson Pollock painting;
for some reason, my smile portrays
more than any beautiful paint splatter;
a gorgeous mess; at least, that’s what she tells me.