Poem-A-Day: Day 71

So I Do Something

Never a boy scout,
or an athlete,
the best medal I ever earned
was crass.

I’ve never been much
for thinking too deeply
about shallow subjects,
because I have no depth for it,
aside from the death
of seedy underbellies.

I felt bad once
if only to see what it felt like.

But I found
that finding
is as worthless
as the act of looking
in the first place.

So what do I do?

I do nothing
but look at the fact
that I’ve been blessed
by some unholy force
survived through me
after cars,
bars,
bats,
and poison
tried to send the message
that no matter what the age,
I’m worth more
than the shit I speak most highly of.