I am not one bit impressed by you.
And I think your look is made up
Manufactured from a magazine.
Do you even need glasses?
Do you even know who you are?
I tell you I think you are too old
To not be self aware.
Your friends are fraudulent, too.
You reinforce and perpetuate
One another bullshit.
Who speaks like that?
And talk about art and lines so early
The snow is dirty now in the city
Because dogs and people have pissed on it,
It symbolizes nothing!
It does not have a pre-Berlin-Wall feel.
The sun has just not been hot enough
To melt it away. It’s not art.
It’s just dirty fucking snow.
This napkin I am handing you is art:
i think your nose ring looks like a diamond pimple,
a sparkled growth of some kind.
the nose does not need decorating,
it is fine to serve a singular thing:
it is why I can smell your bullshit,
i have no obstruction to my olfactories.
You may use this napkin
to wipe away the nonsensical crap
stuck at the corners of your mouth.