"All poetry written before the age of thirty is filled with adolescent angst"

i laugh
what will you fill that with
irony or coconut pieces

i run
as if from you or myself
or the dog chasing me

i have no subtlety
you call me crude
fuck a mode of being

i write out of vanity
you read out of politeness
such is the gathering of bloggers or family

adolescent poetry it is say i
but call no man happy or adult till
the fertilised ground can be tilled again