A Response to a Long-Overdue Letter

Dear Justin,

You would probably write

something along the lines of,

“My thoughts were meant for couplets,

Not these iron circlets and moldy

Toilet seats.” My clothes reek of myrrh and syringes

And you’re an

Asshole.

I mean, who the fuck

Writes, “I can’t say anything about the breeze that wanders

like some invisible spirit beckoning me to play.” I may be

The convict,

but who does society truly

Value more?

The convict or the poet?

And by the way,

I don’t remember what that

Cross-dresser’s name was

as I was too busy noticing

How much he resembled

You in leopard pants and Uggs,

Strutting like they were stilettos.

Anyway, give my warmest regards

To Mom.

I love her very much.

         -   Julian

P.S. By the way Shakespeare, get the fuck out of my room.