Sipping, sip-sipping, on this tea,
Away.
Dropping, slowly dripping, the tear falls–
Splash...
The night is slipping to day;
(ILLUMINATION)
Make way.
Touching plastic, looking at light–
CRASH!
Pay attention:
I AM DESCRIBING WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.
Who programs your software?

Ho-ho-motherfucking- ha! All hail the Internet King!
I do this for attention: write and post things oh-so-interesting.
Look at me (look at you), I craft and seek approval.
If I shall not receive it, this post will see removal.
Look, read, leave me a comment.
Thirsting so bad--I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
(Brat) I'm a whore for the whole fucking world;...

I am now very successful--with my own business and all--but when I wrote this I was a complete nobody with nothing to share. In short-terms, I was an unemployed, loser street-bum. Now, don't get me wrong, being unemployed does not make you a loser. What makes you a loser, the way I see it, is when you do nothing with yourself (that's the bum part).

That is wha...

Exit dark thickness of the night;
Approaching is the gauzy sun.
You still lie next to me.
Every detail of your visage lucid.
The beauty, it speaks with eloquence.
Unintentional, it feigns innocence
As it must to make it through the night.
The attractiveness of natural symmetry;
The wonder that it exists,
So as to fend off bad though...

Marveling at your deportment, I watched you...
Envious.
Until, for a moment, I thought I was you...
Vicarious.
But never will I reach such high a peak.
I cannot climb when I'm on my knees.
When all is not efficacious to what I should be,
I'm stuck looking up to you, remaining--lowly.