AN ITERATION Lyrics
I fell for some
Pseudo-sophisticated
Poet laureate-posing
Young white savior.
He sang to me.
A blue collar emulation.
An accent so affected.
So midwestern.
“Shots in the dark
Kalishnokov
You’ll take her eye out”
Too cool to be trite.
His cunning remarks.
And then he did it again.
An iteration.
He said to me,
“You’ve got your own reflection.”
It’s extra underwhelming.
It lets me down.
Stroh’s from the tap.
Working-class porn.
And daddy’s money.
Too cool to excite.
He’s up there so bored.
And then he did it again.
An iteration.