Scatterbrained Adolescence - Sonnet #85 by Lorenzo Ardea

Dear Poggio,

See here man, you must not let that whelp talk to you like that without repercussion. Scatterbrained, indeed. What does the adolescent brain know of these things? Is it his singular focus on his penis that gives such flaunt? His his dedication to the latest casino theory? Well, at least the pay is good and Mother is surely pleased that your suffering continues unabated. As for the decor, tell that charlatan to shit in a hat and pull the donkey’s whiskers. Invite her and the Chef to the scene, have her gaze upon your aesthetic while en flagrante, her tune may change, perhaps it is this same yearning for Pastor Willy truly that stirs her critique?

There has been no mention of Dad nor Father lately - he might add, Curse that Goddamn Whippersnapper, a man trying to teach treated this way, egad.

Persevere mi hermano, overcome, endure. Wanted to first insert a poem from my friend, the great essayist and poet - Robert J. Lennon - alas, due to copyright issues, I cannot quote directly - but something like this — Shit happens, crazy dark but normal shit happens (life, death), and small town man endures, he endures. The books is titled, something like ‘8 Pieces fo the left hand” - worth a read.

Truly,
Lorenzo

Scatterbrained Adolescence

Dad left about 6 months ago, tell him all the lies
The things I never do, the girls I never met
Cap the faps at 2 per day, asceticism
The party I did not see, the chance I never bet.

Three years? Hardly the decade I spent in the guts
Peach fuzz lost in the gnarly ball sack of the bear.
Partying in Greece vs. seeking the teat.
Loose your tongue boy, free will, devil may care.

Nothing to learn here, released for time served
Jesus Christ, Buddha, reddit instagram
My cleverness has this teacher unnerved
Text me if its hot, you know I’m there fam.

Hormones bely thee, ignorance your bliss
Step up beside me, tis my ass you can kiss.