The Last Jerk Off Poem by matt fromm

i'm still here.
the birds still sing
mr. Erickson still sings
my heart does what it does.
for what reason, I have no idea.
California love was just something somebody sang a while back.
freedom, liberty, joy, tenderness was just something scribbled on a piece of paper years back.
delusion.
how about manifestation?
what happened to the hipsters who came here only a few years ago trying to rev everyone up?
they're in Oregon now.
they gouged us properly.
now they're gone.
bye, bye sweet cheerleaders.
we will miss you.
do you even remember us?