The FBI agent in my many cameras
has been assigned to watch my demise.
Almost 20 and in love with the camera,
experiencing more lows than highs.
I am almost not a teenager anymore.
Are you sure? Are you sure?
Can I handle the responsibility?
No fragility? Just civility?
An ad pops up for tissues,
Help from my agent I will not refuse.
Oh thank you, agent, whoever.
I could not imagine better!
But my student loan debt starts at 35k
Will I be ok? Will I be ok?
Maybe my hair needs a trim?
then pops another ad from him,
one for clothes and makeup I almost pressed.
Does he know best? Does he know best?
then another needless ad but I have patience
…I still have great love for my agent
But the ad that makes me not breathe
Is the one flashing BANKRUPTCY.
I furrow my brow (that was so mean).
The gestures I made were obscene
so, I turn off this screen that screen last screen
and I go get this dream that dream my dream