time to fall?

it's official
well beyond doubt
it's getting
stupid-chilly out
such foolish cold
throws fools together

alack! alas!
it's boyfriend weather.

tile bar.

how i love thee, dear local
how you brighten the gloom
how your guinness casts light
cross the dark of this room

i come to thee often
for cheering and chatter
and at bottoms of pints
find cruxes of matter

and all the while the jukebox spits
an endless stream of average hits.

bitter bitter.

did we really call this meeting
to sit and hear you blather?
if so, i've got to go
as quite honestly, i'd rather
gnaw the leg off a tiny, rabid dog
than listen to this endless, endless
yawn-o-logue.

same old.

oh TV ads, print ads
oh traditional pap
if i complain about thee
my wrist gets a slap,

cause though it's the future
we sure love the past -

"progressive? schmogressive!
just make it half-assed."

madvertising.

livid and learn
is that what they say?
probably not,
but i'm stupid today.

no, not stupid - irked
no, not irked - mad
no, not mad, just jerked
by work pretty bad.

but rather than become
a bitchy naysayer
i'll just drink makers mark
and listen to slayer.

at sea.

oh, awkwardness, why must thou taint
and trouble these nice waters so?
our friendship is sinking
under weight of our thinking
now down to the murk of restraint
we might go.

oh no.

parklife

you seem pretty deadset
on wearing that headset
too bad, cause it's awfully silly
to prattle alone
on an invisible phone,

-no one cares about your job
or that hot chick in philly.