Posted in Poetry


He’s got the dopamine fix:
with consulting, he’s got connections.

A really reliable dude.

I just need two bags, yea, just two.
He just sticks her in a cab:
fuckin faaaaaaantastic.


Posted in Poetry


It’s from a bit by my favourite comedian, you know the one:

there’s a girl and
her name is Joy and she likes bees.

She has like, a hundred boyfriends;
I don’t have time to verify every detail.

Yea so if this is her, I’m angled like this
(I can’t believe he’s fucking her.)

That octopus is a sly guy.