Gother Than Thou

Yeah

You’re so edgy

With your “Made In China” corset

and feigned sex positivity

I bet they call you “Mistress”

While you ooze rehearsed hostility

How many shitty poems did you write

When you felt inspired by Type O

Do you regularly visit cemeteries

And speak of absinthe

But are actually a wino?

Oh, girl, I know: there’s no point and it all sucks

and you soul is so dark

That the eternal night

By contrast

Is eternally fucked

Go

Tighten your laces

And kohl your eyes the darkest black

I never knew that such an “artiste”

Could be such a hack.