heres a poem about futility

i cant seem to get a job i cant see to find god i cant seem to get clean i cant seem to be mean, i dont understand evil, i dont understand the sequel, i dont like unfortunate things, i was never worried much for blings, it sucks but i aint a movie buff, it sucks but puppy love is always a bluff, perhaps its bulldoggin, perhaps cured by god and hiiim, he might work hard as a samurai, but hes a pussy ninja who wanted to pork hammurabi, dont ever party with his flobby, most of the time hes expecting an ai thats besting marty, he prolly chills with waynees favorite nombre, there are no friends at 30 hombre, sisters brothers please unite, and tell the officers to lease tonight, they put on their sheets tonight, so proud to be black its out of sight, it all stinks like shit on a shingle, salty sweet bust out some pringles, mung and boogers are caviar, with Middle upper class we go so far, people are nuts for stacking terminator, found out on 911 and found out later, you guys are wrong i aint christian slater, i didnt want your meth now or later, thats what i know and thats how you show, a ufc match your crazier breo, there were fair fights but you wanted orcs, theres nothing humming in fucking moarpork, i left it all behind in about 08, my parents left me like 04 aching, my gf ran away to ny, i cried and said why why why, in 09 i lived in a slum, my friends were dusty fucking bums, we chain smoked dtcs and sodas, you guys are lamer than master yoda, and scrutiny is for lesser gods, im sorry goku but boy are you odd, stop watching me i was never in a movie, when i buy a book it dont mean sue me, THANKS (k)