are you the shit?
have people always told you that?

watching you inhale that big breath of stupid people air as you prepare to give me an explanation of something i got my dissertation on is entertaining in various levels of perfection.

and why is it when girls talk you nod as if it's something you already know, cut us off, and start speaking yourself, to prove just how much you don't?

have you marinated yourself for an attentive audience?
high-pitched cheer? how about pom-poms?

it'll all be for you, and your friends. your buff, strong, angry friends.

but I'm not kind.
and i won't waste a single breath of smart people air on you.

the field, it has become too small for us, so we'll be taking our leave
but you can stay, and keep running around in circles.

HUT!


no.