I'm A Loser

There's a lot of social commentary I'd like to make and be heralded for making but it feels futile, almost as if the world is perfect without me. My thoughts have about as much impact as a graffiti genius spraypainting his Guernica in an abandoned subway tunnel.

I'm sure that guy also felt the urgency of impending doom bearing down on him like a spectral locomotive.

Still, I'm not a poet either, the world just looks like a poorly hung painting to me. I just want to fix it so it looks right and I can relax and enjoy it.