Updated: Jul 9
I see a two year old kid
And I can tell
That the clothes he has on
Are worth more
Then my entire closet;
And my clothes will still fit me years from now—
his might last four more weeks.
This kid
Is already further along
In this capitalism game
Then I am.
Lucky son-of-a-bitch.
“Being jealous of the jean jacket and shoes of a two year old is sad.”
You’re right, bald little old dude, next to me.
Thank you for the imaginary words of wisdom.
-C.H. 7/8/23
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