Death and Other Fun Stuff (#Wattys2015)

Dirty Jokes

You little birds, with your

thin, pale arms and flowing hair stained jet black

leather jackets and shredded skinny jeans

you flock around him-

he's the big kid

augmented on a pedestal

wrought of girls he's conquered.

Your eyes are wide and innocent

the scars of maturity barely beginning to dull them,

but his are muddled with

animalistic hunger and lust.

Why have you idolized a monster,

he spouts dirty jokes

and you howl with laughter

pretending you know exactly what he's talking about

but actually filing away new information for later.

I hate him, I do

and I want to tear down his pedestal

so you can see through the glamour

but you will never understand

until a boy's hands are creeping

somewhere awful

and your stomach is writhing

your voice box switched off like a radio-

then you will know