Category: poetry

  • A pew with a view.

    I’ll sit watching people.Yes; that’s what I’ll do.I’ll make fun of them,then I’ll make fun of you.I’ll give them a backstory,make some shit up.I know in my heartthat I’m deep in my cup.The occasional beauty queenshuffles on past,then you look at their partners,you know that won’t last.The cloned, boy band haircuts,the grey hooded suit.It’s called… →