Immortality

I don’t need
pink panties
sent in the mail
by an adoring fan
to verify my
writing potential

I’ve had
hot women
fuck me for less

A phony ass
Facebook
support group
of superficial
sycophants is a
recipe for delusion
I’ll settle for apathy

Other poets
offering me
digital high fives
thumbs up
and accolades
will receive no
reciprocation

I was never keen
on befriending
the competition

All you
indigenous
assholes of
Pittsburgh
need to do
me a favor
fuck off

Word’s out that
I’m published
but that doesn’t
mean you get
to give me grief
in the hopes that
I’ll write about it

Keep dreaming
you iron city beer
drinking assholes
It’s not gonna
happen