where did she goooo?
…
mah luuuv-ly?
ah wanna nooooo…
wh-r do u whar do u goooo?
“what?”
i’m talkin’ ‘boute that one renter,
you know,
with the smokin’ hot bod
and the mini pincher dog,
who we only ever saw
when they’d test the fire alarm?
the babe, not the dog.
h-h-h-ho-ho-way
h-h-h-ho-ho-way
“who’re you
yammering about now,
hm?
i told you the girl at Jasper’s funeral was
probably twelve.
it’s the GMOs in the food:
that’s why rule of sevens, dude.”
ready to use
be used and abused in return –
yes just like the Eurythmics sung –
ready to run,
like the Energizer bunny pre-Pandemic before he looked so spun,
finally and without any more ado,
here come the silly boys through the exit postern
looking like idiots and
still trying to have fun.
guess who just got back today!
and they would’ve been back earlier if their plane weren’t delayed
by silly boys and silly men
playing the grown-ups on a downward trend
and the laughter they receive is the attention they seek
because without it they’re doomed to be seen
as prosaic & weak, allegedly,
blowing their vape cloud toward a future that’s bleak
like they’re already willing to die at 16,
living tracks by old idols like Biggie and Mobb Deep
because that’s so super retro, you see,
and you never saw Tupac in any ads for acne cream
theory of a daskeman 