Ode to Howl

HEY!

I am ME. ME, myself and an I. At least I was once an I. I think I am separated by my individuality. I... I do not exist. Among the s**t, I find every one to be s**t. So the world is s**t. I am s**t. Don't be afraid from the steering, reeling, sinking feeling of accomplishment, of menial accomplishment. Everyone is a good person, a nice person, but they hate me. From the ocean of consciousness only found in the imagination of the buyers of 50 bundle optic internet, I salute you, you really are an innovator, innovate me now. I am normal.

I am not an I. Call me mediocre.

Author's Note

I am just toying with beat poetry.