Eyes. Red Neck, My duties. Childhooder Founded. Academy wasteland.

Write better.
       Pigment, after T.  Loud and Close.
       Disrupted streak.    His poetry, not good.
                    Tokens for my troubles.
My eyes. Hated that. Hate it still.
Counts are short, infuriated, downcast.
        Boxed this.
   Just pushed.
   My little Buddha belly.