I’m the poster boy for bad decisions,
inked in neon, framed by neon prisons—
click, flash, tag me on your ex’s screen,
I’m the glitch in your algorithmic dream.
Vodka on the lens, middle finger in the beam,
every filter fails when I spill the truth obscene.
They wanna crop me clean, but I leak off the edge,
coloring outside the contract, signing my name in red.