Countdown: 32 Days ... God help me ...

My mind is currently on crisis mode. I'm turning 20... How lame, right? Crisis mode may be an overstatement. But it's for sure making me think. Gross... I hate to think. I've been doing too much of that lately. I wrote this poem... but I don't know what I think of it.

XX

Verge of 20's
luxury in limbo.
Regression is the
house special.

Bring me
a side salad,
aside from the
snide comments.
A side down
19-20.

Double decade disco,
generation displaced.
Y stands for
Why me?

Capsule comfort,
Jesu be thy guide.
Spills to thrills
to bills,
passed by the
apethetic few.

A wine aged
enough
can not choose
itself.

I've recently decided that Allen Ginsberg had to be one of the smartest people ever. He wrote evocotively and masterfully. If I had even a fraction of his talent, I think I could change the world. I'm not very deep right now, or ever... that's fine. I'm going to stop. The lameness must come to an end.