Chicagoetry: The Relentless Music of Hollow Cliches

THE RELENTLESS MUSIC OF HOLLOW CLICHES

Sorry, ladies:
I want

to be an
artist.

"GROW UP!
BUY ME

A HOUSE
OR YOU

DON'T LOVE
ME!!!"

Get a
motherfucking

CLUE
about your

lousy
values.

Hate me.
Fine.

I am not
like you,

so I must
be a

prick.
STOP BUSTING

MY BALLS
TO CHANGE

FOR
YOU!

Accept
that you

don't like
me,

let alone
love me,

as I
am.

Go buy
your own

goddam house,
or a bust

some OTHER
CHUMPS BALLS

into it (and
insist it's because

you are so
beloved).

You are a ruthless,
mercenary

manipu-
lator. Accept.

Hate me,
if you must.

I can live
with

that.
Can

you?
And get your own

goddam
SUV,

too, for that
matter. WOO-

HOO!

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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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