Featured Bragging Poems
to me, you’re an Armani vest–
it’s not till I’ve put my shoulder through you that I look my very best.
Soon they’ll be using your face as a Warshak test,
and I’ll be etching this poem on your coffin’s crest.
No Love Lost
watch the balls go whizzing by you,
like knowledge in the bayou.
one racket’s not enough–
if i were you, i’d consider using two.