My Goddam Life

The illiterate reader,
Reading a goddam book,
I’m going blind;
Everything’s so dark

In here mother.
Boy,
Oh Boy.
Some game,
What game?
You ain’t no hot-shot,
You ain’t no nothing.

Wooton School,
Elkton Hills,
Pencey Prep,
And all,
So long;

I’m on my own.
So I take my peevishness,
My perjuries,
My pain,
And I do not take a gander,
At the prevalent past.

I’m on my own,
My future,
My findings,
My goddam life.