It may be surprising to hear, but I never wrote poetry as a teenage except for English classes in high school. That being said I am rather - proud isn’t the right word but maybe fond is - fond of some of the terrible poems I hashed out.

These probably age me considerably, and don’t age very well themselves either. But I’m sharing them for the sake of history and at the request of a few friends who decided they need to read them regardless of how tripey they are.