America,
a poem
America,
250.
You’re still a twink
on the global map.
Angelic. Bratty.
You don’t need sleep.
Everyone wants to fuck you.
You’re always smoking.
Your bangs are in your face.
Bullies love you.
Dads can’t forget you.
Even the hangovers feel good
because it’s you
and you’re such
a good boy some days.
Don’t read the comments.
Don’t look at tagged pics.
Drop the tweet. Log out.
Don’t post. Don’t story.
Don’t let them see you crying
when even the haters are fans
and even the fans don’t love you.
You’re lonely like every twink
who came before you
except when you cum
you do it with such a sweet smirk,
it makes them really hate you.
It makes moms want to protect you.
It makes death feel very far away.
❤️🔥
Last line 👌🏻