By J.J. Tindall
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!
–
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.
Posted on September 7, 2007