AN ITERATION

I fell for some Pseudo-sophisticated Poet laureate-posing Young white savior He sang to me A blue collar emulation An accent so affected So midwestern "Shots in the dark Kalashnokov You'll take her eye out" Too cool to be trite His cunning remarks And then he did it again, did it again, did it again Did it again, did it again, did it again An iteration An iteration An iteration He said to me "You've got your own reflection" It's extra underwhelming It lets me down Stroh's from the tap, working class porn And daddy's money Too cool to excite He's up there so bored And then he did it again, did it again, did it again Did it again, did it again, did it again An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again) An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again) An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again)