Punk Drunk Love
Couples at shows
Make me want to blow
Chunks on the floor.
All night they make out
I just want to shout
Stop it! No more!
With crotch touching ass
They drain me of sass
When they gaze all goo-goo.
It's just so damn sick
I'm tempted to kick
Their face with my shoe.
If I brought my cam
Maybe I'd give a damn
What happened on-stage
Instead I can't miss
Every disgusting kiss
It fills me with rage.
I'll make you a deal
Or the next kiss you'll feel
Is the back of my hand.
Why not leave some space,
Stop the embrace,
And watch the damn band!
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6 comments:
I feel as if I was there when I read your poem. Couples at concerts do suck, you should have seen this couple in front of me at the Sainte Catherines show, making out between songs.... they should have just found a toilet stall!
Damn, you ruined my life long dream of having a hardcore make out session at a show. Not what the hell am I going to do with my life?!
I personally have little to no experience with the subject. But I must complement you on a fine poem with a complex rhyming structure. (It took me a while to figure it out)
This poem so made me miss you nuju!!
Thanks for the love everyone! :)
Dana, you can still have your session, just make sure I'm not around. ;)
I feel a polite finger snapping is in order for such exquisite poetry. Groove on, Seoul sister. See how I was clever there? Seoul? get it? get it?
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