Frankelstache

Life, America, Randomness

Airport Poem

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“My People”

 Screw the natives

Why do they make me feel so bad?

I’m usually competitive

But this just makes me sad.

 

They accuse. They’re entitled.

Uneducated. Uninvited.

 

I try to ignore

There are so many kinds,

I’ve been here before

Stressed and then untied.

 

Disrespectful and obnoxious

With a dash of cockiness and smug,

Utterly preposterous,

They make me wanna gag.

 

Fashion ain’t their thing

They seek attention,

I give them shame.

 

They are as shallow as a fling

No real heat

Just lots of flame.

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Written by Frankelstache

September 26, 2009 at 7:42 pm

Posted in Life, Random

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  1. Dear Frankelst to the ache,

    That poem was profound. Deep and profound.

    You had me at screw, you lost me at obnoxious, then you found me again at gag.

    You make Robert Frost seem like a hack.

    Musing you always,
    bschooled

    bschooled

    September 27, 2009 at 5:34 pm

    • Dear Pitcher of filtered water in the middle of the fucking desert, B

      Thank you. I must say that “You had me at screw” is a magnificent line. I shall quote you on that till infinity.

      God bless the gag reflex,
      Frankelstache

      Frankelstache

      October 14, 2009 at 9:34 am


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