Capitalism, Poop, Fucking Other People’s Girlfriends, and other such bullshit: A collection of my worst poetry and my worst behavior ages 15-23

I am at a time in my life where I am deeply unemployed and very bored with it. So, in a fit of ego and massocism, I have decide to compile this collection of some of the worst, angsty-est, and drunkest poems I have ever written, starting from the age of 15. This book, complete with some of the terrible, poorly photographed sketches I did on different drugs, is a testament to the absurdity of life and the fact that a lot of poetry is bullshit anyway. That’s not to say there isn’t good poetry out there, but, after a two week program with Duke at age 16, I decided that I do not care to write good poetry. I will never be Ginsberg, and I will never be Whitman. I wrote many of these while Fucked Up, but if Kerouac can get fucked up and write some of the worst poetry of all time, then so can I? In this short collection, I explore the themes of “Not Knowing If You Are A Virgin In Highschool”, “Hating Capitalism”, “Fucking women that you shouldn’t”, and “Alcoholism”. Sometimes art should be ok. Sometimes art should be bad.