I have no desire to be King.As corny words spew from my mouthI lack braincells to channel toward brilliance,as it dissipates into raindrops from a cloudhovering above our existence.The verbs make the poem, not the adjectives."That will look so good on your college application."It's complicated.I need you to think of something.Blah Blah Blah like. like. Blah Blah Blah he did this *smack*Thank you.Blah Blah Blah you know? BlahBlahBlah.I can't hear you anymore.I can't hear those overused phrasesyou shove down my throat and ears.I can't hear you anymore.Your Art. Does Not. Define You.