Politique Deluxe

I shanked Joe Biden

And had a smoke with Secret Service on the patio

Good job, guys. And they departed.

Through the sliding doors Joe twitched, I saw him, he looked grim

I said, see, Joe? What you started?.

His last breath was surpassed when he farted

Then he died in earnest. I watched TV.

That was two hours ago. By now you will have learnt this.



My writing has improved so much
I write in such a way. In a way so such
I don’t drink Crush, I just go for the Fanta
Last night I drove to Atlanta
For a poetry slam at a bar few attend
I came with no friends and left with a couple
My poems were subtle, my words were direct
I recited a hidden poem titled, A Jumbled Mess
It brought the house down indeed, the whole crowd was wildin’
I began the reading with a scowl and ended straight smiling
I was like, do I deserve to be happy, I haven’t felt joy in so long
I was gonna leave after I read mine but instead my stay I prolonged
I fucked with a few poems read, I’m usually just a fan of my own
I exchanged numbers with some, I said, I have to go home

Someone texted me this morning and said, Can you call me?
And re-read that poem?

I almost cried


A Cool Morning

Wow. What a morning.
I think I’m about to go watch a movie on Netflix.
Here’s the thing about Netflix. I feel like I spend more time looking for something good to watch than I do actually watching something good.

Can anyone else relate to this? I’m sure many others do. I’m so relatable. Also super datable.

I also feel like I’ve watched everything worth watching on Netflix. Hmm. What should I do now? Look for a new job maybe? Write some more.

I’m always writing lol. Hey, that’s what I do, I write. Thereby, I am a writer.

Hmm there go my job title. Pretty cool, huh?