isn't it funny how
the things most important
to you always seem
to go unnoticed and uncelebrated
and instead the random
bullshit you churn out in
times of failure
are heralded as the
second coming of whatever
giant of circumstance you
happen to have idolized back
when other people's art spoke
louder and more eloquently
than your own.
It's so strange and unfair.
Why?