Friday, March 6, 2009
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Eve
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s Eve?
Thou art so damn easy to self deprecate
Preppy popped collared pastel hued short sleeves
Off center hats from colleges of state
Fraternal allegiance bro’s define
Common decency you have grossly rimm’d
Red cup to red cup, PBR, not wines
Intelligence and interest art dimm’d
But thy bag of douche shall not outright fade
Nor pose without lip pucker I do know’st
Nor has un-tucked striped shirt been yet unmade
Human’s worst condition in dark clubs grow’st
So long as man thinks hotts he plainly sees
So long this ode remains offered to thee.
— Anonymously jerky hating
