I’m like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary – but they don’t hang like they used to. I’ve gone soft. It’s over; because with my ego, I used to stand there in a Speedo and be looked at like a fucking hero.
No more. See, I’m not as young as I once was. Not as handsome. Smile through yellowed teeth, crow’s feet manifest. The creep-creep of age, insidious – not quite invisible. I’m older now, older than ever – ever-ever…ever-ever. I know, I know – I look uglier in real life.
Park the vanity, because I’m weary too. Gone’s my youthful swagger-like-Mick-Jagger, laconic limp letting everybody know: I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the reading...
Tryin’ to get that Kobe number – but I’m 29 now, and the numb3r5 don’t add up. Once of a time if she got that ass, I got to look – I’m sorry I’m not sorry. Now only disinclination and a layer between you and me – what you see, and what you don’t see: intimacy. You do the math.
Like Aaliyah, I need a resolution. A comeback – like Lance Armstrong, only more dope. Hey teacher-teacher, tell me how d’you respond to students, and refresh the page, and restart the memory, respark the soul, and rebuild the energy?
I’ma let you finish but I ain’t no dropout and got no time for recess. Fuck it. If this is our cruel summer, so be it. I’m livin’ in the future so the present is my past, my presence is a present kiss my ass.
I used to want this thing forever, y’all can have it back – next month. Till then, knock off the hipster shit strap on a helmet and start reading. Because we’re getting out our dreams, and it feels GOOD.
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