Nards

I can't read narratives anymore...
I just picked up a book,
Couldn't find where I'd left off
Thirty pages in and put it away.

I say I want to write books but
I prefer to say my thoughts,
Have it out and be done.

I can keep adlibbing in the flow--
People prefer to hear a speaker
Anyway because no one has the
Attention span to read a book
(A narrative storybook?) These days
Anyway, except your mom--

Well, MY mom--and maybe a select
Few strange elementary age kids
Who are like I was then--by the time
Harry Potter had ended that was the
Only thing I just *needed* to read.

You could chide me for saying
"Your Mom" jokes and all the
Chodes could chime in__but
Authors are about their money
And books usually confuse the
Mentally ill into casting
Themselves into shoes
That don't quite fit

But may as well have been
Some custom-made Jimmy Choos
In the gaudiest jewel encrusted
Style imaginable for a nineteen
Year old girl who would rather go
Barefoot...they can't all be Ray
Bradbury--

And moreover, I'm a hypocrite,

Because it's clear that 

We're all just trying to 

Figure ourselves out.

But the beginning of "narrative"
Looks an awful lot like "narcissist."

Have we learned nothing from Castle?
Dammit, Netflix and ABC...you bastards!
(My imagination's name is Kenny).
Screw you guys, I'm gonna go watch:

Supernatural.