The Shitty Poetry Blog

Because I'm bored. Because poetry is accidental bullshit ass words gone wrong. Because even with 2 other blogs I STILL have too much time on my hands. Because I refuse to work. That less-than-hot shit, not quite that fiyah.

Friday, January 28, 2005

what now.

Awe of you, odd for me.

Givin a shit aint how I get down.

But I dreamed of you and that sold me.

I met you a few times there. You sang and sounded funny.

I liked it.

I like you.

So what do I do now? I mean

You kinda know, not sure if you care what would you do even if you did.

Probably nothing, you know Nothing is in style now.

Pretend indifference in my speech. Can you hear it? Tell me you're convinced.

Naw, I don't give a fuck homie.

a fuck.

Not a fuck. I give all the fucks.

See your face. Can't see mine, can you? Funny that way.

Take your suggestions. Adapt to things you say. Try to figure out how

if at all I could fit

because I already know i dont.

I don't mention it.

So why bother? Don't know.

Awe of you. Odd for me.