by Craig Scott
He dyes his hair to look like a soccer ball.
His mother has a new boyfriend.
They leave him home alone most weekends.
He starts fires.
Your daughter let him put it in her mouth.
He downloads all the porn his young wrists
can handle.
It’s not fair that things don’t always
go his way.
He wishes someone would give him 10 billion $.
He burps & farts as loudly as he can
in the library.
He doesn’t care about the future.
He is the future.
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