Green Walls, Green Words.

Biking along the town in the heat.

The
cement does not breathe, and I sweat
off the tops of my shoulders and I think
about last night.

Idiot, you said. Faggot.
You know, you shouldn't
say those words, they aren't nice.

And later, me telling you: Speak in your
language and say whatever you are thinking
or were thinking.

I miss my G, I miss my D, I miss my chance at
Greatness.

(This is an example of a fragment you amount to).