Critics, By Brian37
Critics, By Brian37
You are the dolt
Who entered the demolition
The paint has a scratch
Forgetting the substance
The masses don’t drive
A Dallorian
Or understand
Carburetors brands
I knew a Holly
4 times the power
The shell of rust
Yet still robust
You’d complain
Of cold fries
Missing the apathy
Warbucks induced
Corporate camps
With Auschwitz slogans
It’s done this way
Without exception
I never knew
A thermos that cared
About what you drive
Or where you work
Call this fecal
For all I care
My Pacer’s ignition
Needs no repair
You’d twitch over crow’s feet
Invading her eyes
And would dump her
If she gained an ounce
And for good measure
Just for your pleasure
I’ll drive my GEO
The quarter mile
And add this irritating line
ADD has to be
Your only friend
For Tiffany and Macys
Are where you shop
I’d rather drowned
In Texas hot sauce
Than submit to crumpets
Being my boss
So if these words
Create acid reflux
My final words are
“Go get fucked.”
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Your poetry is very good for someone who has a mild to moderate learning disability. That's the most sincere compliment that I can give you.