Poverty Princess VS Free Verse Poetry

I don’t have a clue about poetry, but it’s been two weeks since a post and this is all I’ve got.

Nou Mesos

Brown-eyes and basketball,

Chanel and Camel Cigarettes.

Torn technicolour coat,

Hair dye instead of eye-brow tint.

/

Paper crowns,

Cutlery falls.

Puppet Strings,

Fingers interlock, almost.

/

“If you want.”

“If you want.”

“If you want.”

I wish that I didn’t want to.

/

“On the condition that you come visit me to practice English.”

On the condition that this,

On the condition that that.

Unconditional disease.

/

“Obviously for me, is bad.”

 “I’m a good person, I know it.”

 “I try my best for you to be happy.”

“You know I don’t really want a girl.”

/

“Thank you for the laughs.”

This is a fucking joke.

Lust. Love. Never-ending game.

Lapdog. Resentment.

/

Dick.

Heart.

Brain.

Get the fuck out. Leave.

/

“Hi, Mike!”

“Bye Mike!”

“Once again Mike,

See you.”

/

Focus.

Fuck This.

Fuck you.

Edu.

08.11.16

Trump is Red,

Hilary is Blue,

He’s actually won,

Hahahahaha we’re all screwed.

obama

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