Hey [redacted]! Should we run out of school,
let’s suck each other dry.
When the marrow’s gone and we need some sun,
let's bend a castle in the Pac-Northwest,
coup the feudals with our Daddies’ cash!
While you, backlit blue, brood Kindle Thoreau,
I’ll mourn the coasts’ ex-cons and prose.
You’ll weave Infinite Jest through Curious Hair,
I’ll hoard years of used software.
High on finite reserve of misery-chic,
tell that bitcoin shaman from the city, “git!”
You can total your own mid-life, if you let my ropes unwind.
Just pop an X on the karyotype,
split with half our shit and swipe on right!
Forgo twice-a-weeks and Christmas Eves, there's but one catch for me:
once he’s fully ‘feit, jerkin’ it, licks your split and has me maimed,
plagiarize the best wept eulogies for my monomyth of copy-paste.