don't look at me.
close your eyes,
feel me, imagine me.
imagine me the guy
that you have always wanted to be.
i have clear eyes,
and i never stop consuming.
imagine reaching for me
and feeling rocks,
hard, boulders,
that never fall.
never crack,
no water slips through me easy.
and by water i mean anything
sustainable
sustain me with anything
but education.
why?
I'm Cool Guy.
close your eyes
and picture me
dark blood and long legs
legs that walk me
clear of responsibility.
dark like my lungs,
like my life,
Blood, lungs, and lives,
keep darkness like thieves at night
deceiving everyone,
moving, unseen.
but quick, close your eyes.
picture Cool Guy covered
in satin jealousy
comfortable in my invited ignorance
and simplicity
while they
look at me
wanting to consume like me,
consume me.
Now open your eyes, see me.
look at me.
Are you disappointed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem