When I look at her
I have no idea why I try so hard
to succeed at other things

She’s front row tickets to everything
She’s Novelle Vague
and Jarmush dialogue
She’s kisses in the middle of the lane
and well lit billboards
of Dior haute couture
She’s She’s All That
without the parts where you can see
through the acting

I’m Netflix and chill
and somehow she hasn’t noticed yet.

I’m sending blackmail letters to every god out there
telling them I need my forehead kissed or else
but they just laugh thunder and piss
that’s so corny they tell me
drop the poetry bullshit
focus on something else they say
I have some nerve still asking for stuff
after last year’s yahtzee winning streak
damn son, where do you get off
always wanting everything all the time
but little do you know
humanity has squandered its luck
the day Werner Herzog saved Joaquin Phoenix from
that car accident
all of society’s aspirations played out
with an „ouch, easy Werner“
and now the world is going crazy for Joker
but no one ever
sends thank you letters
a bottle of wine
or chocolate pralines