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

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2019 00:46
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 54

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