A poem by me, entitled, "Copulo Ergo Sum"

Because I am an intellectual

Because I don't feel ready...

For the coming creation

Or the rapture that just happened

And I don't want spelunkers hogging

All the black holes that I nap in

(Because they steal all the best treasure)

Because Cogito Ergo Sum

I break, deny, abstain, assume

I have my ball and I'm going home

Cause I'm in preschool

And I don't care

I'm in my room

I justify

Just try and stop me

Honestly

You grow up and your mottoes change

Copulo Ergo Sum

Copulo.

Ergo.

Sum.

Because I don't think I am...

A killer but I haven't died yet

And I'm not smart, smooth, either or

But I have daggers made of sand

I buy them at the Jersey Shore

(Because they're good for picking locks)

Because Cogito Ergo Sum

We stop, avoid, forget, resume

I steal from your dresser when I can

Not for money but

Your underwear

I'm in your room

I fantasize

You try and stop me

But you can't

And you grow up, so your mottoes change

Copulo Ergo Sum

Copulo.

Ergo.

Sum.

What? Do I have to spell it out for you?

I don't think that I said I wasn't...

The doppelganger that I seem

There's my outline on the background

You go ahead, move mountains in the sea

I'll see judgment handed down

(Because I take all your pictures)

Because Cogito Ergo Sum

I airbrush, freeze frame, pan, and zoom

Because you worship eight-by-tens

Your headshot stills, still

You're going nowhere

Locked in your room

You try to cry

But that won't stop me

No it won't

We grew up and our mottoes changed

To Copulo Ergo Sum

Copulo.

Ergo.

Sum.

Because Cogito Ergo Sum

I break, deny, abstain, assume

I have my ball and I'm going home

Now...