my jean
“i suffer from intelligence” -unknown
well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote
by a great mind, whose sanity has flown
a man full of talent, with room to gloat
lord knows if i have any true talent
he knows i only dream of my dear jean
jean, not genie. i dream of funds half spent
i dream of less sleep, of the college scene
my jean dreams of me, i am sure of it
jean dreams of ink stained hands, and coffee breath
mood swings galore; my jean will never quit
jean needs me like an addict needs their meth
but i don’t quite know my jean, not just yet
jean might surprise me, i’m willing to bet