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Baby Face Chinaski

baby fade chinaski

I don’t have time for your shit,

you post-pubescent misanthrope. 

Once upon a time,

when your ironic alter-ego roamed the streets,

and haunted the bars of dirty L.A.

like a piss-stained ghost,

you were yet a regret in your

bitch of a mother’s misbegotten womb. 

Although I don’t think I blame her

for how you turned out,

given how you beg for the teat

in every Facebook post of yours

I have ever read. 

Maybe I’ll listen to you

when you can grow a mustache

thicker than a row of pubes. 

Until then,

I will simply shake my head,

and comment less and less,

because the only two things you are listening to

in these last days of your misspent youth

are your own mewling laments of growing up too fast,

and the hollow sympathies of girls your own age,

who would sooner court the clap

than give you what you think will make it all better

for just one night,

before the sun rises in your sunken child-eyes,

and you post online once more.         

 

© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

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6 thoughts on “Baby Face Chinaski

  1. footloosedon on said:

    Don’t hold back Bill. Say what you really think!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. You’re so alluring when you’re livid.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dark and deep. Do you think about audio posting your poetry? This is bloody great.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Yes, there is audio content on the horizon. I’ll keep you (and everyone) posted. And thank you for the dark and deep like.

    Liked by 1 person

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