Lines Composed at Waegu Quiz Night: MJs

And I’m left wondering:

 

“What am I?

That I should be

so complicated?

What am I?

That I should have

so many needs?

What am I?

That I live in a world

where I can’t see

anything real?

 

My narcissism knows no bounds:

all the songs I wrote for you,

I really wrote for me.

 

My paranoia has a life of its own:

they’re always out to get me,

trap me, find me guilty,

for crimes of consciousness

I am only barely aware of.

 

She is an untouchable ideal,

and I already understand futility:

stuck, paralyzed, fuck you Joyce.

 

Deep as a puddle,

wide as a skinny tie,

and yes, I know you’re beautiful

but you are not for me.

Only the finest ingredients:

everything me and not

me… I think.”