The Nice Guy (Internet Dating Poem)
July 31, 2012
the fantasy about your ass
because they are all douchbags
& especially because
of the stain on my futon
boobs are honest
cupboard douchbags
& romantics under one shape:
The Nice Guy.
downtown job men
like their time alone
or shape her horror
to meet my mother
with her OCD
playing parties
with them pickup steaks
& truck seat stick ‘ems
& good sense codes
hopefully torquing
my monogamous breakfast
because they like their douchebags
with abs.
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Sounds like you’ve been having an interesting time!
I really like this one. Humbly I suggest it needs a tiny bit of editing to push it just a little bit closer to coherence. It could be as small as a bit more punctuation or indentation, which would make the story/rant here just a little clearer.
But it’s cool. I don’t mean to be a douchebag.
You douche. Actually, this poem came from a ridiculous fool claiming to be a ‘nice guy’ babbling about his futon and douchebags.
On another note, I’m still interested in editing Gnoetry V 2, but I’ve been bogged down by stuff recently and haven’t had any time to think about it as of yet. But I think we should get the ball rolling in September. I have a couple ideas that I think might be interesting. I will e-mail everyone with some thoughts about what I’d like to do and get some feedback on it and proceed from there. Soon!
All right. I’ll cop to being a douche. But no way would I ever wanna be a “Nice Guy.” Them folks get nothin.
Sounds good to me!