Living in bad faith. Negation, negates. His facticity, not very likely He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a He understands Being & Nothingness, sorta He has a poster of Simone de Beauvoir He calls a bedroom a boudoir Wonders how fame and fortune occur when The world is so absurd Summer syllabus Metamorphosis Crime And Punishment Wall and No Exit He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a He trained a pet cockroach he named 'Kafka' He flunks Spanish class, he gets buried in French He thinks predestined, it makes no sense Entitles his final exam 'I think, therefore I am' He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a He was a teenage neo-nihilist He likes to f*ck the poor and blow the rich He had a crush on Ivan Ilych Does he really exist?
Written by: MICHAEL JOHN BURKETT
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