Thursday, December 9, 2010

Trainspotting

Just how pretentious do you have to be
To read that here? How great do you
Imagine that you are, or how puny
That you must compensate for it? Or do
You do this for yourself? You cannot say
You read it for your pleasure; I'll believe
That fairytale if I find out someday
That men instead of women can conceive,
But not before. No, this must be a front,
Projected to display an image here,
Which seems ridiculous, and, to be blunt
Highly unlikely, and a little queer.
Oh, you're a grad student? I'm sorry then;
I promise not to bother you again.

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