dude sat in his apartment
a right smarty pants
he got mod cons
but he there scribbling an essay
that is to say
he could be watching telly
or anything
but he gotta get this treatise
of his chest
off his chest
in his chest
a booty full of pulchritude
logical ebullience verbalized & labyrinthine
he took to task violence
diseccted it
investigated nooks & crannies of nuance
a thorough job
afterward head hurt.
dude asked me to proofread
im like yes please
i read a generous one sentence
ripped it up
& boxed his head
i dun did this dude dirty for his own good
not cut out for this world
im cut out of this world
2 comments:
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
aye, walter's from other constellations
smartypantssssssshhhhhhhhhhh
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