There are millions of writers
who are better than me
wittier and more expressive than me
almost all of them
in fact
and many more
who should be poets
and don’t know it yet.
But
none of that matters
I love this shit
and one day
if just enough people
can feel me
and I’ve lived just slightly enough
to fill that bar of happiness
every single body seeks
I’ll die the gladdest of men
and hopefully too
will all of you.
Always love,
Your dearest degenerate