you'll see

I can’t write about this,

or that,

or that,

or this or that,

or that,

in fact,

I can’t write about

anything

at all;

I’m not him;

but I can write about

how much I need

my fantasies,

like smiling at women

in the supermarket,

or making eye contact

at the mall,

how I need my

self delusions

to keep my mind

in check,

or how I need

to feed

my out of touch

ego,

before it begins

devouring

everyone and everything

in sight;

yes it is not as easy

as one might

think;

being me;

and if you think

I’m joking,

just try it

for an hour;

you’ll see.

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