i know you think it was a fluke
that someone choked on some puke.
but no, he didn’t get fired.
or get early retired.
for verifying me.
i was just verified.
CUZ I’M FUCKING FAMOUS NOW.
eat that deep state.
it’s my fate.
i did it on my own.
“no we did it together”
no, that was verifying me.
i did astrology.
YOU did the verifying.
“we did it together
cuz we love each other.”
MARK ZUCKERFUCK VERIFIED ME.
he said, “drink this champagne
you beat them again.”
and i said champagne
doesn’t rhyme with again.
he said, “i’m writing this poem
so they know i only do musoems.
it’s me.
i’m jimmy jr.!”
“what if god’s name was todd!?”
“see, it’s me.
i’m mark. just another name for dork
and bad at rhyming.”
you’re good at timing.
everyone was angry
that you verified me.
see, to all of you
out there who don’t know–
all i had to do was get famous.
without the help of my friends.
so we made facebook or myspace or twitter and the gram,
to let me broadcast who i am.
it’s shameless
i know.
but this game is aimless.
so we ask you
to look up my anus
and make me fucking famous
mark wrote that.
i promise.
I. WOULD. NEVER.
BUT WHAT I WOULD DO
is get angry that all my attempts are thwarted
by a power that should be aborted.
these are old
never been seen
messages
from the unclean.
telling you all
that now
we can be seen.
cuz they aren’t going to take this one mark.
they aren’t.
