After Mall Rats
Writing the poem
is like William staring
for the Magic Eye
sailboat while
all around him
men try on panties
and eat shit
laced pretzels.
Just when you think
you’ve nailed it,
the third nipple
turns out to be
pink chewing gum
and the whole thing
comes crumbling
down like a temporary
gameshow soundstage.
Matt Schultz has transitioned from drinking stouts to quaffing lagers. It’s summer, drunks!