Green Town pop. 22,871 By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
the first line is the same as the last line.
how about that!
brassy bookends to pinchbeck pages.
i skipped the shot-for-nothing script,
so spare and scrappy
you really ought have just emailed a copy.
not to piss on another's stage
but i'm ashamed to be in the
same postcode as you.
nobody move.
please god, nobody move.
jazz hands where i can seem them.
there's no such thing as an actor's bar,
just a desperate haunt
for wide pleading eyes.
the drama you're peddling, it ain't theatre,
though i guess we're all punters
to your spoiling spotlit errs and grazes.
if i have topay to watch that pluralistic puff piece
i'll quit this town and all who sail in her,
even though i'm already at the bottom
of this darling jingoistic rose
and there are nothing
but god damned Europeans
off the pier head.
i'm crunching ice cubes against teeth,
medicinally,
and because i know it bothers you,
because i know that you're watching closely,
the next unfortunate soul
to handle your magnum-hopeless,
and just praying they notice that
the first line is the same as the last line.
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