Talent Show

“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant


Don’t Sweat It

The 1 AM return across George Street

Is becoming as familiar as not feeling my face on the way back.

How in the hell did I sweat through two different shirts tonight..?