YOUNG & RECLUSE

Wanting to woo knowledge

Like it's a squirrel/ on the rail

With your ring in its mouth;

Stuffing kernels of it

In your cheeks and down pockets

For 5000 years/ at the nude picnic

Found a dollar in the sand

And your stance on animal astrology

Brought an impressed investor

Success lasts for two syllables

Sorry I meant that/ besides

No one wants to read an epic poem

About themselves/ really

You look great in that sad party hat