Asked by Anonymous
Well, the thing is, Jamie, God bless him, is deliberately characterised as feeling like he’s only good at one concrete thing—a thing he doesn’t want to be good at. He loves art, he loves beautiful made objects, he loves music, he doesn’t read often but when he does he really gets into it. So I was like, I bet he’s tried writing, and I bet he was lousy at it and despaired. So I bet he’d write lousy, lousy poetry.
Fortunately Jamie… I feel you… because I am also a lousy poet. Therefore!
A Love Poem for Mae: Brave like a lion/pink like a flamingo/that is my sister/and I love her so.
A Love Poem for His BFF: I can’t take you anywhere/that much is clear/you always kill something/then I’m like oh dear…
A Hate Poem for His Life: Everyone else makes plans and stays cool/I honestly do not know why/We’re hurtling towards disaster/WE’RE OBVIOUSLY ALL GOING TO DIE.
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