i wrote a story
i wrote a story
i hated it hated it hated it
i buried it in the backyard
while my parents were asleep
while my aunt and uncle were fighting
while my cousin was doing cocaine
we hadn’t seen him in a fortnight
i was drawing a tree and a cloud
and a house
and a squirrel eating some corn
and i wrote a story
a beautiful story about a place
a place far away from here
where everyone loved me
cameras flashing, look over here! look over here!
and everyone wanted to be my friend
and there was never any question
of what i should do
except whatever it was
i felt like doing
everyone knew
i was a success
and i was somebody
but today, i’m still nobody
one time, i wrote a story
and i buried it in the backyard
