#morrissey
You might be wondering,
If Boris Johnson,
Prime Minister of the United Kingdom,
Doesn't survive from coronavirus,
Just who would be his replacement?
Only the rightful heir himself.
Morrissey, of course.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
who am i to say if the mozzer's lost touch?
what does my rough draft have
that is missing from his manuscript?
nothing. so, i'll sit down here
before the microphone and say,
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
I promised I wouldn't pitch a fit,
but that was young me, and see,
experiences since then, well,
do you know how hard it is
to find love as a chick with a ****
Somehow, I bet not.
I bet not, somehow.
I promised I'd do what I wanted,
and I have done, and I do,
experiences since then, well,
they've left me longing for you,
longing for touches, eager to please.
I keep my ***** part of me,
as that's what I want.
I keep wishing that someone will
love that part of me.
I'm flaw to the flawless, baby.
Lesbians don't want this.
Gay men don't want it.
Straight women don't want this.
Straight men don't want it.
Somehow, I bet not.
I bet not, somehow.
And tomorrow I might die in hellfire (where are you?)
dropped from the air or shot from the ocean, (kiss me.)
I might be a corpse in another war, (where are you?)
big future fame for the sideline casualty.
Kiss my lips and let me know
my pulse is visible to you.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
People laugh,
I hurt
But I don't mind
Gender is the joke
I am the punchline
Fighting for
the binaries
when our
expression is
undefined
If I die
then I'll be
the last bit lived true
My angry people
may take my body
since I'll
not be back
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Morrissey was deploring
Henson forever boring
So how could similar I
Ever be worth adoring?
a.p
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Why am I alive?
Without fate, what's the point?
I believe in fate, I do.
I was born to die, like you.
To live connected. Disconnected.
I am an image macro.
The part and sum of an underground facebook group.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
I can choke myself to please you and I can sink much lower than usual, but there's nothing I can do to make you mine.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
"Where literature is concerned,
I will not cooperate at all":
A mind resolutely turned
From the social crusades of fall.
Seventy-eight years later
I agree with the "dilettante";
Twenty-five years cater
To reclusion in a shanty,
"Writing frightening verse
To a straight-toothed dude
In New York." Curse
My reckless solitude!
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
I find comfort in the news
Be it typhoons or drones
I feel like a 100 year old Camus
For he was a miserable little raccoon
Or should I say Morrissey?
But the bipolar king is lost at sea!
I think of Sylvia Plath and her oven
Incinerated in a jar or in a coffin?
I will mention roses in a second
But first, wear your veil
May I eat your cheeks?
I’m your psychopath with style
We bathed in herbs together
The pale ******* that shone
A reoccurring dream of two moons
I believe in reincarnation
bosoms, as the lunar eyes of an owl
Stars, rain, coffee, cigarettes and music
Few clichés, I forgot about your roses
One day I’ll strike the balance
between rhymes and passion
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
-morrissey
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC