FIRST POEM ON THE NEW BAD BOY
I’m writing this on a 24″ screen computer
that just made me US$1100+ poorer,
and such amount may not seem like much
to a European or North American reader,
but for a low-income neighborhood
third-world 25-year old poet
this is close to (if not) a financial suicide.
And to think I started writing on tiny pieces of paper.
Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
I’m also sitting next to 70oz of beer,
and I’m going to type the most expensive poems on earth
with the help of this bad boy.
Now, on to the next poem!
The beer is finite,
but the will
isn’t.
Horror Sleaze Trash 