AN ITERATION - The Armed

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)