With thinly veiled testosteronic verse, you think
it’s poetic prose, but you’re just a poetic poser
Thrusting your priapic pentameter rather erratically,
flexing your lazy wrist and tumescence emphatically
You think the louder you write, the more they will listen,
show them your manliness, force your muscle to glisten
well word slinger, words linger well
They befoul the atmosphere when the airs are put on,
and then leave an aftertaste once the postering is gone
They attempt to obfuscate your apparent inadequacies,
but each line exposes your delusional fantasies
Of a long, silver tongue and matching silver fingers,
when all you can lay is your hand on the paper
art: Selbstbildnis by Ludwig Meidner
This is so clever & delightful ♥️
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Thank you (:
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Well, I’m not sure who you just insulted but it was very eloquent.
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(: Thanks, no one in particular
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Awesome! 👍🌻
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This is terrific.
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Thanks (:
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You are welcome.
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