Abora

shit and a limerick

11/12/19 1225 AM

 

if you hear me speak deeply

and with the kind of smarty pants swagger

earned by a night on the rocks

and parching smoke

at least look me in the eyes

when you gloss away to screens

 

i am a bearded talker,

a thief of joy

followed by dirty saxophones

and a seedy twang

undeniably chaotic

 

i could’ve screamed at how flippantly

i let some foreign dolt

just push me into talking about film

i don’t like your deep love

for new hot biopics

with eggsy

 

maybe i’m the asshole here

but if you don’t know what postmodern means

you’re doubly behind

excusable for boomers and useless millennials

but you have an iphone

it’s so easy for you

to just know

 

with timbre enough to stun

she seemed kinda fun,

never deepening,

she was lightly demeaning

from the aussie sun



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