I used to spend weeks growing up.
I would shave my legs for no reason (I am a guy!)
and pick the most fiscally efficient crush.
I tore holes in everything and said "go fuck yourself"
to the French teacher for teaching me French.
"Let's all go down to the river" I said, spontaneously
creating a suicide cult.
Then I met Eurydice who took me under.
At the bottom I let go and sunk all the way back up.
