The Fuckboy Twitch

Sittin’ at the sex clinic
Swiping on Tinder
Hottie sits across from me
Starin’ at my finger

Gotta get off
Gotta get off
Gotta get outta here



Tomorrow, I Will Still Love You

Merry Christmas, fellow readers and writers! I’ve been drinking far too much to post anything of substance, so here’s a link to a piece I wrote one year for my mother, when she asked me to write a poem about Christmas in an honest, realistic light. This is what came to be, my attempt to overtake Christmas Shoes, or whatever it’s called.

Merry Christmas everyone! Thanks for reading my work and for all the support. Cheers. 😉