Thursday, 1 April 2010

Out Do

You hire dumb crackers
To follow me

To Pink's in Hollywood
For a few cans of pissy beer

You kissed despotically
Kept me placed

With fresh dopamine

I give you this
A giant's middle finger
A cookie

As good
As they look

The trail ends



That's where.

1 comment:

  1. This is a great poem. Especially loved the line about the middle finger. Seemed to connote a sense of attitude - an Eminem style rebellious forefinger. Love it, man. Thought it was quite funny in parts, too!