Transactional Worth?

A quick Google search

on what animals paralyze best. 

Real writer stuff.

I have to put words to this. 

Even if this is completely temporary. 

Meant for a slow and beautiful montage 

of seasons changing. 

I demand more of you

because inside my dented head, 

convinced more than ever, 

you are fleeting...even if it's at glacier speed. 

Ice cubes, sticky and melting, 

unafraid to reveal the bright food coloring within. 

On sidewalks we have no intention of 

side-by-siding. 

Because poverty and some great social 

laddering, too strenuous to keep on climbing up...

Originality is folding open 

imperfectly,

like all uneven scraps 

I try to make origami with. 

Makes mainstream 

quality all the more difficult to impress 

my once very dorky business man with. 

I change the title. 

I change the picture. 

It's so casual and easy... 

you've only ever loved me 

for what amounts to a fictitious toddler. 

We won't. 

We will not. 

We won't ever. 

Wares and stuff! 

Trendy dyed haircuts and misaligned tattoos. 

It reminds me of all I scoff at 

and scroll right past. 

Why do boys get to exist 

and make it all so acceptable? 

Anything with blue eyes and a penis is

prime potential for a Crumb-esque documentary. 

Oh the possibilities! 

More cats...more piercings...

black nail polish and head. 

Very good head, of course. 

We don't have to post about our trendiness 

if we don't want to, 

I guess.