I wear pants that fit; aren’t a size too skinny
I wear glasses with real lenses in them; prescription
My beanie is signature; not seasonal
My chronic; bomb since college
Vegan; my choice
Poet; a higher calling

I’m a young man on a mission
I’m not one to fuck around, but
I’ve been known to fuck around

Don’t call me hipster
Don’t call me hippie
Don’t call me human
Save it for my eulogy

I’ve got doors to destroy
While you label me
What have you

– – –
Jason Brain