Untitled Number Two

Just some venting some frustration.

Billie evoked the sound of the suburbs,
Like summer nights and streetlight suicides,
I am St. Louis's ripoff of Brendan Kelly.
I am Ferguson's ripoff of Stephanie Kuehnert.
Our three year high school reunion was a funeral,
But by that time we were all seasoned pros.
In that sense, the third time really isn't
A charm, it's a black cloud over everything,
Oh mister writer mane (sic) please oh please 
Throw more cliches at us, like a word 
Losing meaning you you repeat it enough.
I make me sic
The kids in the hall walked so slow,
But it was McCluer, need I say no more.
I spent four year and counting wishing 
For the road to be my home, van seat my bed
And the shoulder my bathroom. Leaving my
Thoughts and pain. Memories fleeting,  
And dreams That I never remember.

Author's Note

Ignore the "mane" it's regional dialect/inside joke.