I crack morbidly unfunny jokes & hide my insecurities behind my cynically offensive and squalid sense of humor. Not a poet. Please hate me.
I woke up with the sound of the alarm ringing loudly in my ears. It was already nine in the morning but the bedroom was still unusually…
Recently I had the opportunity to read and educate myself a bit about the cult hype surrounding the Cobrapost…
They’re out there in the dark alleys,
of shady bars and posh restaurants
Dancing and drinking away on a Friday night
losing themselves to the loud music.