It’s Wednesday, Hump Day. It’s all down hill from now on. But you’ve had enough. Enough of people. Enough of work. Or even of not working. Enough of the government. You need a hump’dee poem.
Here’s Hump’dee Poem #1 That friend you love, that you are there for, for every breakup. A poem for them. Because at the end of the day, there are a lot of assholes out there. #badpoetry #midweek #humpday #baddates
Transcript:
Letter to my younger, desperate and very heterosexual friend
Always icky when you’re in love
You’re floating like a butterfly
But trust me to wonder why
We use stinky birds like doves
To describe peace and love
Cause everyone knows it
That feeling of bird shit
On your head from the sky
Suddenly falling from high
I suppose that’s a bit like
New loves dopamine spike
Maybe in reverse
I’m being perverse
I’m being a cynic
That’s not like me is it
Stop cheeky grinning
In love you’re winning
For now – Oh wow
I’ll need to keep in check
Later when you’re a wreck
My inner goblin like glee
Cause I love being free
Finding other dopamine
Sorry? You think me mean
History repeating I’ve seen
Now don’t make a scene
You asked my opinion true!
You made me promise you!
Before you get screwed!
Please don’t come unglued!
Your first date was a mess
You came to me to confess
But they had love to bomb
And you thought me wrong
When I sang the old song
About red flags and shit
And you never listen you twit
And then you rage at me
I wait for later apologies
Undoubtedly they come
As the creep comes undone
Here’s the thing my friend
I’ll be with you at the end
And together we’ll talk shit
All about this monstrous fuckwit
And then I know you’ll start to feel better
And write your 16 year old self another f’n letter
And I will secretly hope that next time
You’ll boot them at the very very first sign
Truth is I love you, my desperate friend
Enough to be there at each shitty loves end
I’ll be your talking post until you uncover
That love of yourself and the perfect lover
Jacci Pillar 