I'd have never guessed beneath the vintage cardigans
sleeped an armored demon lord, but he hints at all the symptoms
and to me it's pretty obvious. Living large again,
Scotch and sardines, literally off a hundred ten dollars a week.
I spring for seconds on ramen and my coffers would squeak.
I'm that on poverty, b. Wore a watch with dead battery
til the time a Professor gets to askin me,
but I (think) I didn't skip half a beat-
and I told him, get a watch you fucking fragile old freak.
I'm really feeling this drop. It's just the right amount of wit, inanity and realness to bring this together for my heavily ADHD laden mind. I like how you set it up and I'm feeling poor college swag here, I can definitely relate to that. No constructive criticism from me cuz I don't think I can do any better.
Keep dropping and I'll keep reading.
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