I am Deej.
I do not have a favorite color.
I eat hot dogs way too often – they are delicious & easy to make.
I don’t think I eat enough hot dogs.
I am Deej.
I like girls that don’t like me all too much,
For if they do,
I can only assume
That they have a poor taste in boys.
I, Deej, am a boy.
Yet to be a man,
Barely have a plan.
I’ll hide away in a big dark room and weep @ the silver screen.
I’ll even try very hard to not be mean
But, then –
I will not try at all.
I fall.
Often, more
Often than I should.
I am easily understood.
I like to tell and consume stories,
I like to shoot hoops.
My left eye, it droops,
Sometimes slightly, sometimes greatly –
I have been so tired as of lately.
I love the summer but hate to sum
I guess I Identify
With things that often catch my eye.
My heart has been broken, but it hasn’t.
I love arcades & carnivals, to me they are more than pleasant.
I love my
Family
& I love my
Friends
I never want to eat another hot dog again.
I have dreams, some days I am fine if that is all they are.
Weekly, my pals & I ride around in my big red car.
If I wrote this tomorrow the words would probably be different.
But today is today and I will always follow my brain’s conscious current.
