I can't get a grip on myself, can I?;

Droopy hair and monolid eyes

That sparkle as much as the black hole does

I kick myself to the curb and tell me to cry about it

Ignoring what is thrown my way, no matter how trashy

Today, too, I shall yawn through

Lunchless and hungry for knowledge, I starve

And yearn for human affection

Alas, to find oneself trapped in quicksand is

Half as uncommon as one would have thought

With eyelids sticking together, I saw in the back of my mind

The first time you bid me hello

And the last time you said, "See you tomorrow!"

I lack any talent whatsoever; anything

That is wanted from me I do in reverse

Kissing failure as a greeting, today, too

The holes in my eyes grow and suck out all of my own ambitions

I am not a selfish person, but I care 

Too much of myself . Juxtaposing

Two opposites, ready to shoot the flare gun for

Their race to start. My vague personality

The harsh vibrations of the E string

My fingers, today, too, bleed from this bass

And as I watch the applause, inaudible beneath this LED screen

I cover my own ears and screech for mercy

Eating daikon with broccoli, I think that

Everything we longed for as children is irrelevant

Being the Benjamin Button counterpart to Holden Caulfield,

Again, too, I yawn, and

Read your non-existent grin