I just seen some titties
on the gram.
I was going to call her back
but they are literally throwing titties
on the gram.
I’m trying to lock in
but there’s so much ass on the timeline
that I am convinced
the entire world wants to fuck me.
Why are Zuck & Elon preaching puritanical values
to me and the gang
while simultaneously bestowing box upon
me and the boys?
I was going to write some prose
or another shitty poem
but then I got an ad for hot singles
two miles away from me.
Where are the cereal ads?
All I see are boobies,
and Japanese bed frames.
I want to see an ad that goes something like;
Tired of a world gone cold?
Warm it up with some LOVE.
But it wouldn’t sell.
I was about to be vulnerable for a second
but they’re throwing titties on the gram,
and being sarcastic.
Quit being so serious!
Look at this titty.
Did you hear Clavicular overdosed?
Laugh at this fuckjerry meme with me.
We are living in the greatest timeline ever.
We stopped taking vitamins.
We shoot peptides now.
I got distracted by titties on the gram
while trying to plan a peptide stack
I can’t afford.
Should I go to church?
That’s in, right?
I must go to confession.
I need to speak to Father.
Father, my algorithm is hijacked
by titties, esoteric knowledge,
and John Kiriakou clips.
He will say,
“My son, repent for your sins.
Ten Hail Marys will do.”
And with a glimmer in my eyes
I clasp my hands tight,
bow my head,
and breathe.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
please get these fun bags out of my face!
Joey DeFilippis is trying to lock in.