Saturday, April 17, 2010

Irony.


“Made it”


A woman buy's my book

And says her friend,

Told her to tell me,

That I was going to make it.


She nods at me;

As if I know what she

Is god damn on about


I sit down beside a

Woman with an ass like

A purple peach

and the sweetest

Laugh you never heard.


I open two beers

Because the fridge is

So god damn far away.


Put on a Nina Simone

Record and re adjust my

Dick inside my briefs.


Going to make it

She recons.


Damn bitch -

I’m already made.

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