I'm 20. I write, I read, and I play the ukulele.

you run between the lines

back and forth through time

like pennies in a dime

one-tenth of you will shine

i will drink you up like water

bring animals to slaughter

don’t think i won’t degrade you

their minds will slowly fade you

i eat therefore i grow

you speak before you know

the danger of me, the city,

is just your own self pity