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****** Bag in sunglasses donned indoors where fluorescent sunlight cannot justify the obfuscation of haughty eyes so the visage is one of pure pretension and cockiness, dichotomized as self-assuredness and the colloquial term for the phallus, a literal **** (I see him strongly in the memory of a high school field trip returning home school bus late night he sits sideways back to the window head leaning back sunglasses donned smug grin I rendered him the vessel and the scape goat bearing my burning hatred for the inflated ego wrapped in an undesirable chic I deem deplorable, hate hate hate) Smug grin, I wrote this poem from a bean bag in the corner of the library third floor whilst wearing sunglasses and a taste of irony on callous lips twisted in an invisible sneer.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
A Taste of Irony
****** Bag in sunglasses donned indoors where fluorescent sunlight cannot justify the obfuscation of haughty eyes so the visage is one of pure pretension and cockiness, dichotomized as self-assuredness and the colloquial term for the phallus, a literal **** (I see him strongly in the memory of a high school field trip returning home school bus late night he sits sideways back to the window head leaning back sunglasses donned smug grin I rendered him the vessel and the scape goat bearing my burning hatred for the inflated ego wrapped in an undesirable chic I deem deplorable, hate hate hate) Smug grin, I wrote this poem from a bean bag in the corner of the library third floor whilst wearing sunglasses and a taste of irony on callous lips twisted in an invisible sneer.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
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