Sad Internet People

I met my favorite Let’s Player
At a convention
He wore a giant Mario hat
And my heart blasted out of my chest when I saw him

I watched him for hundreds of hours
A man who had saved me from panic attacks
From suicide
From being alone

His head bowed down to his chest
Saying “Pew! Pew!”
At his 3DS
Both screens black

Unable to raise his voice
To ask some people
If they could
Take a picture of us

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Tipping

TippingWould I rather be able to talk to animals
Or speak every language in the world
Two cups, two signs, two Baristas
Coins in each bucket

Every day it changes into something else
Some other dilemma to toss over
Each question a tough call
Something to mull over while your tea steeps

Standing in the bath room
Staring into my eyes
Animals
Or humans

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Haunted

SCAN0004A party in my childhood home
Three-ten South Street
I lived there for six years
And it’s exactly two thousand nine hundred eighty three miles away

It was the last house I lived in
Which was eight years ago
And in this dream I have every week
I throw a party there

High school friends, college friends, people I’ve never met
Drinking booze and breaking things in my old home
That I only ever had one friend visit
I dream of this story often

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A Kitten Named Ariadne, She Died, She Died

AriadneI found a stray kitten wandering outside my apartment complex
She was so curious and pawed at everything her little body would allow
Climbed to places I would never dare
Even though they were just two feet off the ground

Something in me was struck
So I tried to save her

I followed her around, coaxing her to get into this box
So she could be warm and safe that night
And failed and watched her fade into shadow
And had nightmares about her safety

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Celebrities at the Grocery Store

Celebrities in the Grocery Store

I work at the Ralph’s in Studio City!
Nice, a lot of movie stars go there.
I’m at the Ralph’s in Sherman Oaks.
Oh yeah, lots of movie stars like that one.

I just want Brad Pitt to barge in and say
“Hey who gives a flying fuck?”
The door under my watchful eye for the whole orientation
Nope, he’s downstairs though I bet, he just loves the attention

People pretending to be other people
Because they can’t handle their own skin
How brave of them, let’s give them a mansion
Universal acclaim because you are attractive

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