Happy May, dirtbags.
What if Schumann's Dichterliebe, but teenage dirtbags?
“Im wunderschönen Monat Mai”
POET: it’s decorative bud season, motherfuckers
all the birds are singing like in a Disney movie
so naturally I took one look at a girl
and threw myself off an emotional cliff for her
[POET takes a huge drag on his bacon-flavored Juul]
this is going to go GREAT for me.















