Another Poem

another poem, it is fifty six after midnight
a few heinekens had all my 3 hours
dropped friends off (or were they cousins of mine?)

staring at the fakku page, telling myself, please don't write
again
stop before you write another long one

rei ayanami gives me a thumbs up, write write write!
she says, you rule, and i think i do
her v shaped eyes tell me she isn't lying

i found someone titling his poem "another poem"
i wanted him dead, to kill him, but i cheered him
on, for poets rely solely on other poets

this is another poem for fakku,
a nonpoet's mischief because poets
are only poets when they are drunk

sober poets are dead poets, or at work
i am not as drunk as i should be
but i am writing anyway

check grammar, and spell properly,
yes, rei, of course, rei, will do, rei
would you be mad the fact that i recently fapped to some chinese fucking?

the guy was japanese
the girl was chinese
the camera-man was likely jewish

o my god jesus
i have too many fuckin adverbs
i'm so pathetic, and i cry

the "i told you so
i told you fucking-so this would happen" happened
and it takes me awhile

my heart aches, because it is tired,
my brain argues, it is over, stop before you get hurt, nobody will bother
i don't care!

they weep
watching me wait an hour for a response,
nothing happens, and they weep more

it's never going to end
and i shouldn't blame my fingers
how could they know poems never end?