Eight ball, corner pocket.

I think it is high time for a new queen of shock punk.

I am sorry to have seen your face

and even more sorry

that my future children will have to as well.

 

In a perfect dream

and world of wonder

you would have just been an illusion

and I would not be sick to my stomach.

 

You think you shine more gloriously than the sun

with your fake shimmery skin

and the dime store hair dye

You are no cutting edge super hero

The world has seen your scene before.

 

You play the public like a blind man plays pool

shooting your stick at balls of your imagination

Taking joy in thinking you hit the eight ball corner pocket

but you haven't,

in fact eight ball was never there.

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

Wow... what a put down poem!!! Love it!