Poetry
I wake up to a new year And masculinity is in crisis Hashtag beard porn What was once the sign of an Unkempt woodcutter Has become the cheap linen Of a society erectile dysfunctional Weeping at the teat of a desperate cause
Relying on beard growth To draw a lady in
But I suppose it works both ways As I’ve seen the modern female Post a photo of a man with a beard And tattoos and hashtag it My perfect man my babe omg that bod etc God constructed that bod perhaps You twerp
So it seems humanity may as well Have not evolved language Shakespeare Plato Aristotle No need for you now We have beard oil
Fortunately This case isn’t subject to the masses
The worst types are the ones Who claim to be alternative They dub blue spectacles Pierce a really sensitive part of their body And proclaim themselves to be nihilists
I don’t know if you’ve read up on Ancient Greece
Yet you facetious piece of sheeeeeit
But it goes on and on this way Times a flat circle Hashtag hooray
It’s all in the youniverse That’s spelt Y O U niverse just To elaborate To mean the you ni verse Only consists of you
Now please don’t have the nerve To hashtag that scrawny goat Esque mess again
wilt
It’s the kentish scream from her lungs
that makes a grape a raisin
and closes the accordion
the little clip clop of her stupid heels
and a yell
even the street lights spit as if to bid good night
a bite on the cerebral cortex
I sit on the toilet
perform a dump
remember she does that too
Laugh
and go home
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