Cancer sticks for the nicotine high, 

Watching these Christmas lights on a tree in a spaza shop on Burnett street.

21 is'nt that old,

Thoughts of heading out of the country all up in my head.

Dreaming and ambition keep me up most nights.

Eating book cause school is hard but is it really worth it at the end?

The end of each semester,

First or final year?

Spend my days participating in acts of infidelity,

I bare my soul to these females,

They satisfy my immense sexual appetite,

Fill my stomach on a bad month.

That's all,

Nothing more nothing less from these females.

Everyone gets lonely

But my fear for commitment has me paranoid.

Feelings of loneliness & sorrow fill some nights

These pages I fill give me all the company I need,

And one day these words will keep my pockets fed.

Hardly survive on my allowance,

Parents do more than they're best,

Full stomach so they can rest.

Very giving with my funds,

I'm a broke hipster its nuts.

Each night I write I realize I have a lot to share with this world,