a sonnet for ryan jenkins


YOU LOOK LIKE THE TALL GRASS LOVES YOU
HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO BE SAVED
LETS SMOKE THESE SPECIAL CIGARETTES
AND WALK AROUND IN THE GARDEN
TAKE MY PICTURE
SO I REMEMBER HOW YOUNG I AM
WHEN I AM FRUMPY WHEN I AM OLD AGED
THE MEAT JUST TASTES GOOD
THE DEMOCRATS ARE GOING TO FEED US
I HEARD YOU SAY THE F-BOMB YESTERDAY
I HEARD YOU CUT YOUR WRIST REAL BAD
I WISH THERE WAS
A GIANT BUTTON YOU COULD HIT
WHEN YOU WANTED ANYTHING