Sometimes my thoughts are
a shitty Christmas present
I bought for a friend of a friend
because I had to so I
didn't look like that clueless asshole
(who always shows up when there're free drinks)
and it was the only god damn thing left in the store
and it had a surface requiring
Mercator's genius
to get the mother fucker
neatly wrapped
(into a poem)
and at the end of the day and the roll of tape it does not go
and I stay my ass at home.
