last night a friend reminded me
that i should write poems more often.

at that very moment in my head
i came up with the best poem ever.

but this morning i forgot most of it
and all i remember is:
mayonnaise and béchamel
are not so hard to make at home.

one of the hardest moments
for every artist
is when they realize
that they are doing
exactly the same things
as someone thirty years ago.

artists who survive this moment
will live on forever,
but unfortunately many die here.

in spite of being
naturally pretty and charismatic
i work very hard
at being ugly and obnoxious
so when people
want to do something with me
i know it is because
i am the best at what i do
and not because
i am pretty and charismatic

i must work very hard
every day
not to become an idiot.

if i relax for just one day
i can become an idiot
immediately.

one day with a lot of hard work
and extreme dedication
and with impossible sacrifices
i will write poem 1000.

i will suffer and endure.
i hope i make it.
i will survive.
i will do it.

cross your fingers.
pray for me.
thank you for your support.

so many people
give up on saying what they think
because for them finding pretty words is too hard.

they are shamed
for being emotional and inarticulate
into being a voiceless.

this is one of the biggest tragedies
because their thoughts are not heard
by their family and friends.

we should work harder
on helping people to express themselves
in any way and style they can.

people have been
writing for thousands of years.
everything great
was done in writing.
there are millions of
unbelievably amazing writers.
so it is normal
to feel a bit nervous
about writing.

sometimes it is too big
sometimes it is too small
sometimes it is too hard
sometimes it is to soft
sometimes it is the way i want it
but sometimes not

it is an organ on my body
which is not easy to talk to
i speak to it more than to my liver
but less than to my finger

it is not like an eye
which i can just move
whenever i want to
i hate not having full control
over my penis

maybe i don’t listen to my own advice
but it does not mean i eat mice
do not work so hard
you will end up like a retard
take it easy and build a house block by block
do you know what is huge? it is my door lock
you can not be everything at once
fuck this! i hate rhyme
happy birthday

play hard!
party harder!
hey!
you guys!
sloth love chunk!