yeah, i still write, what about it, punk?

Recently as I've been reading a lot of poetry, not entire sticking to my summer reading list I decided to blog this one. Not saying that any of my previous works are going to amount to anything, but I hope I'm on my way to mature poetic development.

Also, pretend this one is in a book; it doesnt work out of context. I'm not sure what to title it.

Binaries in life are agonizing beyond compare.
The fast-paced, what’s hot next, who’s doing
What with whom world where this morning
Is the new yesterday and yesterday is the new
Last week that which is or is not raises the self
To a new level of obsession and doubt, drenched
In anticipation of the ultimate pronouncement.

You either won or lost; you’re either accepted or
Rejected; you either had sex with the red head in
The green dress or you didn’t- no middle ground to
Be had. You currently reading this poem, maybe
By a pool or in a meadow or it is lost, abandoned
In the abyss of my hard drive, never to be read again.