How do you waste
minutos? (NBA 2K13 and porno, of course.)
What it is what it is, is what the cool kids say/
What it is what it is, is what we all want to be/
What it is what it is, is what the cool kids proclaim/
What it is what it is, and here we are again/
Here we are again man here we are again, and nothing makes sense
man nothing makes sense/ here we are again and there’s flying whales everywhere
A bird is shitting on my soul/ look at your soul bro are you sure you’re spotless and
I know I’m not/I’m not what I know
I guess I’m here to settle a score, but for who or what/
I just don’t fucking know
Elliott Smith songs late at night
Everyone’s ego melting away
under the hot Miami sun and the humidity ain’t helping much either, if you catch my drift
It’s always now.
It will always be now.
So you know, Now is now and now is Now, and Elliott Smith songs help in this regard
but the fucking Miami sun doesn’t help, no way, no how.
Useless conversations where I’m reminded how stupid I am
Oh Tumblr user you, you really know your shit; but just because you know doesn’t mean you know
How to spread that message across(you’re pretty condescending and patronizing, and it’s annoying to see someone who obviously knows their shit to waste it by pretty much stating the obvious. As follows:
I am stupid.)
With that said, all of this conversing is interesting
But I just can’t pinpoint the moment where equality was thrown aside
And I guess my role of the idiot came into play.
I guess I’m just a stupid man, right? All men are stupid, right?
At the end of the day, no matter how many times you say it,
does that kind of shit really help bring people together and end hate and bring love and acceptance to the forefront but I guess I’m just a dumb neanderthalic misogynistic piece of shit, whatever
(By the way, Tumblr user, I’m still wondering how, exactly, Lady Gaga is racist and hates queers? Don’t give me generalities, but really dig in there and help me help you. Or be as condescending as you want to be, whatever makes you happy. Shit.)
Why do my eyes burn
I’ve played some NBA 2K13?
Time to rhyme
Rhyme to time
Poems upon poems of useless meander
I’m slithering around like an old salamander
(And my poetry is getting worse for wear, as you can tell.)
Virtual credit points are driving me mad; oh well,
Okay then. Oh well, oh say oh say forever more, oh well.
Shit and I
Like white wine
on an old-timey