Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

“Where The Fuck Is That Lighter?” – A Terrible Poem

Where the fuck is that lighter?
The white one.
The cheapie I found
On the ground
In the garage
In Miami
The night of Bobby’s show.

Groundscore.

I know where I had it:
There.
I was there and so was the lighter.
And then I came
Here.
Now everything is fucked.

It probably isn’t in the pocket of a jacket I haven’t worn since 2004.
Still…

No, not there.
Maybe I should break into my neighbor’s place and check there.

Where the FUCK is that lighter?

I know.
I’ll check the place that it should be
Again
That’ll work.

The cheapies have a cross-section like a Pez candy:
Bics are oblate.
All that the see-through jobbies are good for is
Hurling at the pavement,
Go ‘splode.

I liked this lighter.
Smooth action, man.
Consistent.

Where the fuck is that lighter?

2 Comments

  1. MJK

    our friend steve silberman getting some good press recently, regarding a tweet from him almost 3 years ago regarding basketball head and our current situation. but i digress

  2. Luther Von Baconson

    Ah, an homage to the great Ewan McTeagle. Well done, sir

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