The Cereal Box Poem

Verse 1

My phone screen

Cracked like a bad joke

Staring back

Cold

I forgot my password to the bank again

I'm a grown man

Crying in a sedan

In the parking lot of a comic shop

Everything is fine

Probably

I think the landlord hates my face

Small talk

It feels like pulling teeth

I stay

Underneath the radar

Most days

I'm a side character in my own show

Chorus

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

In a sweater that's too small

Walking through the grocery store

Talking to myself

Talking to the wall

Talking to the ghost of a wrestler

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

Verse 2

Milk is five dollars

I have four

Sad

The lady in line has a poodle

It looks stressed

I can relate to a dog in a vest

Coffee breath

And heavy sighs

My laptop

Is burning my thighs

I wrote a poem about a cereal box

Last night

While watching old tapes of the NWA

Ric Flair

In a velvet robe

I'm here

In a dirty hoodie

Feeling like a fraud

In a room full of geniuses

Or maybe just people

Who know how to do laundry

Chorus

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

In a sweater that's too small

Walking through the grocery store

Talking to myself

Talking to the wall

Talking to the ghost of a wrestler

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

Bridge

Maybe I'm a brick

Maybe I'm a ghost

Maybe I'm just tired

Of being the host

Of a podcast nobody hears

In the back of my mind

For a thousand years

Verse 3

The bus

Is ten minutes late

I wait

By a dumpster that smells like ozone

Chicago winters

Followed me to LA

Dry heat

And a different kind of gray

I keep

My notebook in my back pocket

My secrets

In a broken locket

Everything is a bit

Until it isn't

Laughter

Is just a nervous reflex

I'm fine

I promise

I'm just overthinking the font

On this flyer

Chorus

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

In a sweater that's too small

Walking through the grocery store

Talking to myself

Talking to the wall

Talking to the ghost of a wrestler

This is art rap for the anxious

Just a bit of dark comedy

Outro

Just a bit

Dark

Comedy

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Goodnight

Everyone

The light is flickering

Again