Sitting drinkin
a coke and thinkin
bout all the really
kickass shirts
you can find at thrift stores
perfectly good ones
people toss because
they got tiny attention spans
and pop culture makes them
think
-they gotta keep up with
the people they see
on TV-
Dude switch the tags
get em cheap
50 cents
or just take em
but dont get busted
over a 50 cent shirt damn
check out my
sweet Tom Waits shirt-
makes me want to smoke like 30 packs
a day so I got that ashy hellcat
voice he's packing around-
I aint above a little
celeb worship though
besides loving Tommy Waits
(but not Tommy Perkins who
isn't famous and I hate him)
I think that Snooki chick
is beautiful and even
toothless hobos laugh
at me about that one
hacking and wheezing
like they've got TB
when I tell them I think
she's a classic indigenous
beauty- I'd wear a shirt with her
on it too -
Damn Smack even for one
of us you're weird they say
-
I bet they're just jealous
of my Show Me The Money
shirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! Makes me wish I had extra coin to get a shirt at the Second Hand-Bone Thrift.