“Yeah, but can you do sad? ” she scoffed. <br /> <br />Sh*t, sure I can <br />I can do sad <br />I can do maudlin <br />Maudlin till the cows come home <br />The mutilated moo cows <br />Ripped by the belly by <br />Some future psycho juvenile <br />Intent on fermenting and reaping the brew <br />Of some f*cked up f*ckin conspiracy theory <br />He found in a puzzle box. <br /> <br />Jig-saw pig saw <br />Slashing an’ a slicing <br />Humping the bee-hive <br />By the vinegar pool <br />F*ckin A I say I do sad. <br /> <br />“No” she said <br /> <br />“but you Can do mad.”<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conflicting-perceptions/
