A poem I wrote whilst bored, about a girl sitting opposite me who wouldn’t shut up during our lecture and made us all have to stay 20 minutes extra, the irritating cunt.
Ode to Kymberley
your oily forehead
glistens in the pale chubby blancmange
that is your face
ruby studded pockmarks dot your skin
in a far off moon
are you sorry
we do not want to hear
your Lil’ Wayne ringtone, every five minutes
I handed in (pretty much) all my work, woop woop! To celebrate, later I might write a blog entry that isn’t lazy/solely about me!
Link’s in HD, as God intended it.
Now on Platform