A Poem about Michael Cera

Michael Cera isn’t a real person

he is the creation of a handshake

between two people that dressed

like librarians and were suggested

facebook friends

and when michael was born,

he had a mustache and sounded

like a tiny mouse man

& he is the creepy kid in the back

of the lunch room that drinks

whole milk and draws dinosaurs all over his

algebra notebook; for he does not know what a penis is.

and he misses the bus after school so he

walks home alone with bad posture

while trying to whistle, but he can’t