That awkward moment when you're on Obamacare and facing a serious medical issue but the newly elected leader of the free world wants you to get a job that doesn't exist because you were too busy in your emotionally abusive relationship when you should h
I'm feeling more like a five or
maybe a four point eight.
I've gained some weight
and I need a haircut and
my face is breaking out
but the last one isn't my fault
because I'm stressed
that you won despite
everything you've said and done
and guaranteed and how you
have no plans and no experience.
I didn't finish college in four years
because I was in a rough place
with a bad guy
who treated me like shit
because I think he held your
world view that being
a white male made him worthy
of something he was not and
I believed he was, too, because
people with power let me.
My teeth aren't great because
my parents couldn't afford braces
and my eyes aren't great because
of genetics and the carrots didn't
really seem to help at all.
My waist could be trimmer
but my ass is round and firm
and my breasts are big,
except the right one is causing trouble
and now there's this tumor
so I've got to deal with it before
you take away my health insurance.
I scheduled my exam
at Planned Parenthood just to spite you
and there were women on the street
wearing your shirts and screaming at me
and I gave them the finger and walked inside
where they identified the issue and gave me
medical care which is fairly important
to ensure the survival of the human race.
I found out about this tumor
on the same day you were elected
but I can't even let myself worry about
my personal time bomb because I'm
pretty sure you are going to
blow us all up before it even has the chance
to kill me on its own.
Poetry by kgirard
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Written on 2016-11-12 at 22:45
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How to Ensure the Survival of the Human Race
I think I used to be a seven but nowI'm feeling more like a five or
maybe a four point eight.
I've gained some weight
and I need a haircut and
my face is breaking out
but the last one isn't my fault
because I'm stressed
that you won despite
everything you've said and done
and guaranteed and how you
have no plans and no experience.
I didn't finish college in four years
because I was in a rough place
with a bad guy
who treated me like shit
because I think he held your
world view that being
a white male made him worthy
of something he was not and
I believed he was, too, because
people with power let me.
My teeth aren't great because
my parents couldn't afford braces
and my eyes aren't great because
of genetics and the carrots didn't
really seem to help at all.
My waist could be trimmer
but my ass is round and firm
and my breasts are big,
except the right one is causing trouble
and now there's this tumor
so I've got to deal with it before
you take away my health insurance.
I scheduled my exam
at Planned Parenthood just to spite you
and there were women on the street
wearing your shirts and screaming at me
and I gave them the finger and walked inside
where they identified the issue and gave me
medical care which is fairly important
to ensure the survival of the human race.
I found out about this tumor
on the same day you were elected
but I can't even let myself worry about
my personal time bomb because I'm
pretty sure you are going to
blow us all up before it even has the chance
to kill me on its own.
Poetry by kgirard
Read 680 times
Written on 2016-11-12 at 22:45
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