Thursday, April 11, 2013

poem of the day 04.11.13

the bitch

hat crooked, he talks in text language
exasperating phrases like, mad cigarette butts’n’shit
some jumbled new american language created by steve jobs
and the failure of the american education system
tries to make eyes at some young mother
playing video games on her cell phone with her son
tells his buck-toothed buddy she’s, mad hot,
loud enough for her and the rest of us to hear
then calls her a bitch when she doesn’t smile back at him
bow down to his kingly anointment or offer reciprocation in kind.


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