i have geometry homework due at 11.

i blink at the screen.
after all the prompts ive ever read, 
this may be the most outrageous.

i am said to be a writer.
it is true that i think too much
and write too little
except i don't like thinking too much about myself.
not in a humble way; im not humble,
but in a my-life-is-high-key-boring sort of way
where everyone else feels more interesting than ill ever be.

i can give you a rundown on the tactics the people in power use
to keep themselves in power
or porter's hypothesis
or some other random underground idea
but solving for x gets me.

i spend too much time juggling my soccer ball in my backyard
or doom scrolling on the roof
that ive successfully put myself in the perfect position
to not know who the hell i am
or why the hell im here.

all modern commerce is a swindle.
defy the money-god.
test the theory.