Dave Hughes: Filler

My poetry doesn’t change a thing,

but I think it knows why.

My poetry isn’t hung over ,

but I think it will be.

My poetry has made bad decisions,

But not enough of them.

My poetry doesn’t get me laid ,

but it has tried its hand at sex.

My poetry has never paid for love,

but it has paid for dinner.

My poetry isn’t cowardly,

but it knows where a coward lives.

My poetry isn’t thinking about your feelings,

but mostly because it is selfish.

My poetry doesn’t agree,

but I think this urinal cake reminds me of something.

My poetry doesn’t take responsibility,

but it just watched as I pissed on my shoes.

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