Sing my malady
Addicted to horse
Ingest 1,000 apple seeds
and die from cyanide
in the cutest suicide
Enter the vitality matrix
where London planes
become sycamores
and grey buildings
turn red
and waste harmonics
vibrate through the wall
You are so vain
you probably think this poem
is about you
Do you have the courage
to recognize a pattern
I see a man with
a long pig
I see a boy with
a helicopter neck tattoo
I see a woman with
a death cult
I see a girl with
COR-TEN-colored eyes
I hate hell because
I will see you there

Sam Cooke was born in 1991.