HIPSTER POETRY NIGHT
Coffee in hand, I twirl my (finger) mustache and
Reminisce
About that time
a) I broke my lenseless glasses and cried for three months
b) I ironically adopted that skunk
c) We had sex in an Urban Outfitters elevator
d) All of the above
Coffee in hand, ugly hat on head, I dream
Of Bon Iver and Das Racist's buttbaby
I'd hit it.
Hard.
Coffee in hand, I tug at my cosby sweater
And remember the day I said I'd tap a hypothetical baby
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i have a poem
its called minimalist
this is it
it's an arundel tomb by larkin
except all the words are slightly more spaced out
大學的年同性戀毛皮
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