I'm dropping out of school and becoming a starving play write.


Keats dropped out school and he wrote beautiful beautiful things.
Then died with no lungs.
I could be John Keats.
But with my lungs intact.


Except for once in Rome I smoked a Fortuna cigarette which are, as they say, "toats disgusting' 
And I'm fairly certain one of those can kill you.
So perhaps with the one Fortuna my lungs are gone.
Except for I smoked it in Rome.
And John Keats died in Rome.
So I could still be John Keats.


Success.