I wanna be pretty

Guy wrenchingly so

I crave to be a sexual being

A modern day whore

I shake with this desire

I was always that kid

Hand up first

I will learn, as a philosopher

Questioning the point

When we’re learning about the curve

Am I special?

I’ve been told not

And haven’t we all heard

Of the hormonal teen girl

Who’s faux deep

Well I’m a little tired

Aching with hunger

I’m waiting to be a skeleton

But I’ve never found

The trick

The roses are pretty

Wasting youth

Makes good posts

Dopamine like button

Ain’t stupidity hot?

You promised me love

Yeah, you fucking promised

But skeletons don’t have hearts

Roses always die

And we’re joining them