ex libris.

that's an anglo concertina.
....because i SO needed one.
hey now,
go easy;
it's a cheap one.
which is still not that cheap,
just comparatively inexpensive.
real ones are outrageously unaffordable.
still,
that's a mutha-uckin' concertina!
what am i?
an A-hole?
maybe.
but i've got this idea into my head
that by next May Day,
i'll be walking on stilts and playing gypsy carnival music.
the only issue i have,
is that as of right now,
i don't know how to do either of those things.
but i am gonna.
363 more days of practice,
and it's on like honkey dong!

sh!t is F*d up, my 'lickas.
and the wrench i keep choosin'
is seriously compromising the cogs in the works.
my toothy hands are biting back and into
the toothy gears that make sh!t hustle and flow.....
and to really sink in the stink,
i'm all out of books.
i've cover-to-covered,
and subsequently packed away
all the tomes in my home.
what a steaming load of veiny choad, my ninjas.
i'm a fantasy trilogy short of a library over here.
and that's some weak sauce, boss.
how am i supposed to unwind?
what about the battle-mages and wyverns?
it's a hard damn day when i'm leaving here early-shirley
foregoing a trip to trap a triple americano,
and skip my only truly social outlet
to scan the stacks for somethin' drastic and fantastic.
what can i tell you mutha-uckas?
nerds is nerds, b!tches.
and while you can take the master out of the dungeon,
the longest soap-sudsiest shower in the world
won't rinse away the twenty-sided dungeon mastery in my veins.
you can keep your true-crimes,
your romantic paperback housewife word'nography,
you can even stash a few classics right up your wuthering heights.
i'm reppin' the section where the acne-and-glasses crowd
gets it goin' on and on....
i like my novels to be not just novel,
and graphic,
but i'm also pretty into graphic novels.
like i said,
nerds is nerds.
embracing it is the best revenge, an'all.
wyverns, wolverines, warhammers, and warrior-poets,
that's the big action in the back section.
(umm, that's what SHE said?)
i'm easy like sunday morning,
and i'm butt-nasty like saturday night;
never quiet, never soft.....