7.11.17 Igloo City (Poem)

Igloo City

by Brian B.


When I turn 50

I wanna be real nifty

Write books about self pity

And dwell in an igloo city.

I wanna be real rich

I wanna be real bitch

I wanna help poor people

And shit on the steeple.


When I turn 85

Please make me feel alive

Just shake me up and down

Turn around this frown.


I wanna sink in

I wanna drink gin

I wanna lay on a grassy knoll

And totally lose control.




7-11-17 1108 pm tue bb.


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