Whistled then Clicked

I'm a drunk, yeah drunk
Drunk's got a lot
Put a carnival up
Honest like a knot.
Not (Care of 1996)

I rapped once in grade eleven
And golly it sucked
Shoved smiles from my classmates
Bad grade, no luck.
Fuck (Care of Grade 11)

I never wanted to be a writer. I'm sure trees never wanted to be so greedy.
I wanted to be an astronaut. I'm sure I never wanted that without jest.
I loved sharks and drawing. I'm sure I could have been an art marine biologist.
While I was downed on K and on my way back from buying smokes I wrote the following:
Art Finding Matter in the Hole.
And beneath that it says:
(Making useless nonsense matter.)
Making casual conversations shine I think it means.
But don't listen to me. I need to go buy another bandana.