when did you get your fucking license?
what is your degree in?
what do you do?
how much do you make?
should i know you?
isn’t that a bit pretentious?
can you have a book?
why?
here’s a personalised fuck of for you
while i write for people who care
i’m not trying to be bukowski
it’s not about ee cummings/
i’ve just learned to speak this way